Nalan Jing has been standing behind all along, certainly not just a pretty decoration.
Just as he was about to pick the Purple Vine Grass, the middle-aged man's eyes revealed a trace of joy. But at the moment he extended his hand, a formidable and terrifying aura suddenly enveloped from above!
It was like a towering majestic mountain pressing straight down!
The middle-aged man's face changed drastically, instinctively wanting to dodge, but was horrified to find that he couldn't move!
He raised his head, looking with shock towards the white-robed man walking slowly towards him, dressed in a moon-white robe, strolling on the grass as if coming upon endless starlight...
He was extremely handsome, comparable to the woman, with enchanting and captivating purple eyes containing a subtle coldness. In a moment, he walked up to him.
Bending down, he gently pulled out the stock of Purple Vine Grass from the crack of the stone, the corners of his fair lips curving into a beautiful arc.
