Everyone started when the voice arrived, and all eyes turned toward it.
A white-haired young man was walking in slowly from the entrance. He was handsome, his eyes were like stars, and his tall, straight figure was like a divine sword piercing the heavens.
"It's you, Ning Jiang!"
Ning Feng and the others cried out in alarm, as if they had seen a ghost.
According to the rumors, Ning Jiang should have been dead long ago. When they heard the news of Ning Jiang's death, they had gloated and celebrated extravagantly.
Who would have thought that the young man who was supposed to be dead would suddenly appear before them again?
Song Ziwen, Song Mu'Er, and the others also trembled.
They knew Ning Jiang wasn't dead—after all, he had recovered from his injuries in the Song Family's home—but they hadn't expected him to return so suddenly at a time like this.
"Who is this?"
Chen Shitong glanced indifferently at Ning Jiang.
