"Ye Xiwen, it was Ye Xiwen! Just as expected, the rumors said he wore green robes. Then the one beside him must be Princess Ling Fei of the Fallen Angel Race, right? Why were they tangled up together again?!"
The appearance of the two immediately stirred everyone up. Both were among the most talked-about figures lately, so how could people not compare them? Whether it was Ye Xiwen or Ling Tian, both were objects of comparison in everyone's minds.
Hearing the clamor, Ling Tian looked directly toward the entrance. Sure enough, he saw his younger sister standing prettily beside a man, and his brows drew together slightly.
He strode over, stopped before Ye Xiwen, and said, "You are Ye Xiwen?"
"Brother!"
Seeing how aggressively he pressed forward, Ling Fei pouted and protested.
"That's right, I am Ye Xiwen. You must be Ling Tian. It is our first meeting; I have long heard of your great reputation!" Ye Xiwen said neither humbly nor arrogantly, his gaze meeting Ling Tian's with equal force, unwilling to yield an inch.
The two were like the point of a needle against the edge of wheat, neither willing to give way. The scene became rather strange.
Many people began drumming in their hearts. This was not how the script was supposed to go. What they wanted to see was a clash between Ye Xiwen and Immortal Yuan Miao, as well as a battle between Ling Tian and Ye Xukong—not these two suddenly running into each other.
Yet even more people hoped the two would erupt into some sort of conflict. After all, there were people everywhere who wanted to see these two clash.
"Not bad," Ling Tian said after looking Ye Xiwen up and down. His tone carried a trace of coldness and pride, as though