In the dim night, Rong Heng appeared as if draped in stars, stepping forward with starlight guiding his way.
The future invincible War God of Yan Country was still just a young man at this moment.
Seeing him arrive, Gu Lan immediately scooted over, making space on the threshold, and patted it: "Sit."
Under the vast sky full of stars, Rong Heng stood tall, the silver-white hairband outlining his sharp features, making him seem even more elegant and handsome.
His deep, sharp dark eyes carried a hint of somber light, and his pale lips were slightly pursed, showing some displeasure as he questioned word by word:
"Old man? Over a hundred years old?"
Gu Lan pretended not to understand, whispering: "Uh... isn't that right?"
In front of Rong Miaoyan, shouldn't Rong Heng hide his identity?
Rong Heng stared at her, coldly questioning: "Do I really look like I'm over a hundred years old?"
Gu Lan: ...
