It was easy to recognize the people of Green Mountain; it was because they were the ones who always came to the meeting last. And they were truly recognizable.
The person who looked clean-faced with a tranquil aura and holding a sword to his chest was none other than the teacher of the future emperor, Gu Qing.
The man who had droopy eyelids and looked drowsy while holding himself with his own arms was none other than the personal disciple of the Immortal Liu Ci, Zhuo Rusui.
The young woman who had distinct black and white eyes with black hair locks tousling over her temples and wearing a braid was none other than Zhao Layue.
The man in white who looked unlike anybody else in this world was none other than Jing Jiu.
Countless gazes fell on Jing Jiu.