His tall yet slightly thin frame was wrapped in a loose deep blue cloak, making his figure look more like a mage not from this world rather than a swordsman.
But his most distinctive feature was his eyes. Those incredible brass-colored pupils exuded a powerful charisma that made those confronting him feel intimidated. Although it wasn't the first time seeing him, at this moment, Ye Qiu was already losing considerably in terms of aura.
Fang Wushang walked to the table, making his boots squeak, and gently bowed to him.
"Clan Leader, I am here to temporarily bid you farewell!"
Upon hearing her words, Long Yijian first sneered maliciously, then spoke:
"Wushang, don't be hasty, let me speak with Ye Qiu first."
After Long Yijian finished speaking with Fang Wushang, he kept staring at Ye Qiu. To be polite, Ye Qiu took off his hat and walked over to Fang Wushang.
"Is this the first time we've met outside of combat, Ye Qiu?"
