Yang Song and Xiang Fanrui stood there naturally and talked casually, but no one seemed to feel their presence or notice them at all.
The man walking in the front was dressed in a unique outfit that had white and blue mixed with each other, forming something that looked just like clouds and waves of the sea.
This was a muscular man in his mid-30s, with short hair, dark stubbles on his chin and cheeks, and those eyes were always sharp no matter where he looked at. His right hand was always on the hilt of the silver sword hung on his waist. His overall appearance looked no different from a warrior who walked on the path of life and death all year round.
The person behind him was a slender man with a clean appearance, but his age should be around the man at the front too. He always held that white foldable fan and fanned himself slowly. This person emitted a kind scholar's temperament of the past.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!