Rong Ling was dressed in a white robe, with silver thread outlining cloud patterns on the collar, cuffs, and hem. The clouds seemed to hover around him, making him appear even more noble and ethereal, like an immortal untainted by the mortal world.
However, if one looked closely, one could see a hint of coldness in his deep phoenix eyes.
Feng Qing immediately noticed that this guy was angry. Though apprehensive inside, she kept a calm face, glanced at Rong Ling quickly, and pretended not to recognize him.
"I don't know why the gentleman is blocking my path?"
Feng Qing's serious demeanor was as if she genuinely didn't recognize Rong Ling standing in front of her.
Rong Ling looked at her pretending from a higher vantage point, truly amused by the anger she made him feel. She had caused such a big trouble, then left without a care, and now upon meeting again, she pretended not to know him.
