As the door was opened, An Mingji's good manners could no longer be maintained.
He growled, "Does this ever end?!"
However, upon seeing the strangers standing outside the door, the delicate features on his face slightly furrowed, and he swallowed all his unfinished words.
Standing outside was Wanqi Yihai, who glanced at the young man inside, slightly shorter than himself, with features as delicate as a painting, and took off his sunglasses.
On his sunny and handsome face, a friendly and radiant smile appeared.
"I suppose you are Young Master An?"
An Mingji stared at the people behind Wanqi Yihai and noticed that the young man speaking and the few standing behind him all had significant cultivation.
His hand gripping the door frame tightened, and a sharp gleam flashed in his eyes.
"Who are you?"
Upon seeing An Mingji, Wanqi Yihai realized that the other's cultivation was not low and was possibly higher than his own.
