Yu Changkong stepped down from the carriage, his moon-white brocade robe glimmering with a hint of silver in the sunlight. His black hair was tied with a Green Jade Crown, his appearance strikingly beautiful, standing proudly like an Exiled Immortal, untouched by the mundane.
The unparalleled young master.
On the long street, some were struck dumb, colliding with others without noticing. Some girls blushed shyly but boldly kept their gaze fixed on him, their eyes unwavering.
In the face of these burning stares, Yu Changkong remained unperturbed, suddenly sensing something, he looked in a certain direction and met Yu Linglan's gaze.
He nodded calmly, then followed Qi Qian into Jiuxuan, disappearing from view shortly after.
Sighs echoed on the long street, whether moved by this fleeting moment or feeling wistful for the departure of such an extraordinary man.
