"Brother Xiao Huo... hasn't come back in half a year." Xun'er gazed at the horizon, her thoughts drifting. Her beautiful eyes held only the image of that young man.
Handsome and dashing, elegant as jade beneath the wind—
How could anyone else possibly compare?
"I wonder how far Brother Xiao Huo has progressed in his cultivation over these past six months." There was a trace of sadness in Xun'er's limpid eyes. Without Brother Xiao Huo around, even her days had become somewhat dull.
After all...
In Wutan City, the only person capable of stirring her heart was Brother Xiao Huo.
Xun'er wore a pale green dress. Her slightly raised chest was still youthful, yet it had already begun to take shape, carrying the unique allure of an unripe fruit.
A purple silk ribbon circled the girl's slender waist. Her exquisite figure was graceful and well-proportioned, standing tall and elegant. As her eyes shifted, they carried a hidden charm and an almost imperceptible, indescribable aura.
"Brother Xiao Huo... Xun'er misses you so much." There was still some desolation in Xun'er's beautiful eyes. She did not know when Brother Xiao Huo would finally return.
"Xiao Huo! Xiao Huo! Every single sentence is about Xiao Huo!" Xiao Yan stood in the distance, listening to Xun'er mutter to herself. The fury in his eyes grew deeper and deeper!
Such an incomparably beautiful girl had been his childhood sweetheart. She should have been his woman.
But now—
Because of Xiao Huo's appearance—
Everything had completely changed!
"Teacher, help me make a move later," Xiao Yan said, terrifying killing intent flashing in his eyes.
"Have you thought it through? You can't afford to provoke the forces behind this girl." Old Yao sighed. There was nothing he could do either. Xiao Yan seemed to be sinking deeper