The man was about twenty years old. He was handsome, had bright and enchanting black eyes, and a good temperament. He was dressed in a black garment with golden borders, and golden dragons were embroidered on both sleeves with golden threads, making him look even more noble and extraordinary. It was as if a god had descended, and people could only look up at him.
"Grandfather, she is Leng Ruoxue, the enemy of our Xu family," the old man, Xu Xing, who had been in hiding, quickly replied respectfully.
Even though Xu Xing had changed his appearance, he still looked like an old man, but even his relatives might not recognize him.
"I want this Leng Ruoxue. That man can be killed," the young man said expressionlessly. A trace of viciousness flashed across his handsome face, destroying his noble nature.