Xu Jing's expression remained calm as she furrowed her brow slightly, following the sound and simultaneously searching the original owner's memory for the owner of the voice.
She saw two handsome, noble, and eye-catching young men, surrounded by a group of guards, walking in by the inn's entrance not far away.
The man on the left appeared older, dressed in a moon-white robe embroidered with silver threads, his face like white jade, with a pair of long and slightly cold slanted eyes embedded in it.
His thin lips seemed completely opposite to his icy eyes, slightly curved upwards, but the smile didn't carry much warmth; at least, it didn't give the impression that he was easy to approach.
