บท 103: Catching a Fox (VIII)

A tall figure stood aloofly on the rooftops of the Xuan Shop. Unlike other customers, he did not like using the front door and would rather do it his way.

His grey hazel eyes looked down at the people flocking inside the Xuan Shop like they were small ants. Whenever the sunlight would shine on his handsome face, his eyes would grow a handsome shade lighter. Meanwhile, his cloudy silver robes slightly swayed along with the winter breeze while he stood holding his hands behind his back like an unworldly nobleman.

The tall figure stood on the rooftops of the Xuan Shop for not long, when ten more figures dressed in black appeared before him. It was him alone before the group of people in black robes.