Xiang Wenting's eyes slightly widened, not expecting the origins of these three to be the Profound Sky Sect, the top in the Central Continent. He couldn't help but feel reverence and dared not question their identities.
His gaze swept across everyone and ultimately rested on Qiao Xiuyun seated at the center.
"You... are Xiuyun?"
A seven-foot-tall man, with a voice unexpectedly choking with emotion.
Qiao Xiuyun was clearly a bit taken aback, stiffly nodding her head.
Xiang Wenting revealed a bitter smile, as if reminiscing about the past: "You really look a lot like your sister."
"She's the only child here; if she's not Qiao Xiuyun, who else could be?"
Ji Lingruo had an instinctive dislike for this man, so she mocked him mercilessly.
To her, Qiao Xiuying ended up in such a situation all because Xiang Wenting lacked the courage and responsibility. If he couldn't provide an outcome, why provoke her?
