The person on the left is tall with a handsome face, a perfectly balanced smile on his lips, wearing a fitted dark casual outfit. He looks more like a scion of a wealthy family than a martial artist.
His gaze is calm, carrying a sense of scrutiny and exploration.
The person on the right appears much more sinister.
He is thin, wearing an inconspicuous grey jacket, hands in his pockets, slightly bowing his head, his eyes like a poisonous snake hidden in the shadow, cold and sharp, with undisguised scrutiny and a hint of barely perceptible hostility.
Fang Qingyu paused, his gaze instantly becoming sharp.
He did not know these two people, but the faint, deliberately restrained yet powerful Qi Blood fluctuation emanating from them, and the sense of them locking onto his energy field, clearly set them apart from ordinary passersby.
