Strands of hair drifted by, brushing past the earlobe with a gentle breeze. Xiao Lin suddenly felt a tug at his heart. Behind him stood someone different from the others, not clad in pure white, but with dark purple brocade beneath a black robe. Turning slowly, Xiao Lin saw clearly this time. Although there wasn't a significant change in the face, the aura, often mistaken by others, indicated this person was different.
With past lessons learned, Xiao Lin dared not be careless. He cautiously observed this person, their mutual gaze a form of silent confrontation. Suddenly, he let out a gasp! It was as if expressing regret for some mistake he'd made, his delicate face wrinkling in annoyance.
Clearly so distinct, how could it have been mistaken? As if aware of Xiao Lin's surprise, the person behind him took a seat in front of him. Even the concealed aura naturally emitted outward.
