The tongues of fire and smoke automatically parted, revealing a white-clad, otherworldly figure, walking with a leisurely pace, hands behind his back.
He was enveloped in immortal light, exuding an ethereal aura, like an Exiled Immortal wandering through the mortal world, calm and indifferent.
Even faced with the current situation, that peerless figure remained utterly calm, showing no sign of panic.
Looking at this figure, Yan Rumeng suddenly felt her eyes sting, her vision blurring.
Grievance, anger, shame, joy—such a mix of emotions roiled in her heart.
In such a dire situation, encountering the person she once hated yet couldn't help but remember, the feeling was indescribably complex.
"Hmm, who is that?"
From within the Rune Realm, Young Master Fu Yun's eyes revealed a hint of confusion.
The mysterious young master clearly knew Yan Rumeng by name, indicating they were acquainted.
