Several months had passed, and the young man had shed his former boyishness. His skin was much darker now, making his features seem sharper and more handsome. His black armor outlined a frame that was clearly stronger and taller. Seated high upon his horse, he looked like a newly drawn sword—
The very picture of heroic valor!
The next moment, the young man on horseback seemed to sense something and looked their way.
Upon spotting Ye Chutang and her companions in the teahouse, Ye Yunfeng's eyes immediately lit up!
He immediately raised a hand and waved vigorously.
"Sis—!"
The young man's clear voice carried over the distance, catching everyone's attention. They couldn't help but look toward him, then follow his gaze.
—In the spring breeze, a woman in a Haitang-colored dress stood by a teahouse window. Her jet-black hair was swept up in a simple bun, her complexion was as fair as snow, and her beauty was clear and unparalleled.
