A fierce wind kicked up as flames billowed.
A tall, slender figure in black descended from the sky, his long black boots shattering the ground on impact.
"Bai Yao—"
Jiang Xinli turned back, overjoyed, but the moment she saw who it was, the light in her eyes vanished, replaced by disappointment.
'It wasn't Bai Yao.'
It was a handsome man with a commanding presence and an imposing figure.
The man's handsome yet sinister face radiated a suffocating pressure.
His long, straight hair, as crimson as flames, whipped wildly in the gale.
His crimson pupils were like blood-soaked gems, cold and dangerous.
A finely tailored black and gold uniform accentuated his perfect proportions—broad shoulders and a narrow waist.
As his clothes billowed, streams of scorching fire and whistling Wind Blades swirled around him.
At a single glance—
He was powerful, dangerous, and yet so handsome it was startling.
The moment Yu Hanche appeared, a mechanical voice sounded in Jiang Wanwan's mind:
