Unless one was a Demi Immortal, they could not usually fly normally without external aids unless they had their own special means. Thus Bai Qing could tell that this youth who had appeared was definitely a rare breed.
He looked forward to seeing how things would play out in the end.
"Are you Senior Qing?" the youth in white robes—which was of course Tian Xueyang—queried intuitively with an aloof tone, his gaze settling in Bai Qing's direction.
Bai Qing, who wasn't expecting to be recognized, couldn't help but furrow his brows briefly, surprise flickering across his face.
"Yes!" Bai Qing answered with a sigh shortly after.
From the youth's voice, he could perceive the latter had no ill will.
He didn't know what this youngster had arrived for, whether he was an ally or a foe. Those who were on the mountain could not see below because the violet mist obstructed their senses like a heavy curtain.
