Haotian Village.
Back Mountain.
The man in brocade clothes stood with his hands behind his back on the mountain peak. The wind on the mountain was clear and cool, stirring his robes and hair. Standing against the wind, his clothes fluttered, making him appear even more elegant and upright, as handsome as jade.
Only upon closer inspection could one see his fierce eyes and gloomy expression. This fierceness and gloominess added a sinister air to his originally handsome face.
Huangfu Yuxuan was not in a good mood.
Having stayed in Haotian Village for many days, Xia Wenjin had still not been found.
Even Bai Feichen had been away down the mountain for ten days, hadn't he?
After all these days, they couldn't find one person; were the people of Haotian Village being perfunctory?
