There would always come a time when Sky Light shone into a silent, secluded hall before cold iron curled its blade—just like this moment.
The Great Door was flung open with a boom, and polished black boots struck the floor in heavy, steady thuds.
The newcomer wore an ink-black trench coat, its fluttering hem falling to his calves. A Patek Philippe watch flickered in and out of sight on his wrist, and his tall figure, backlit, gradually stretched long.
This overbearing young nobleman somehow possessed a pair of clear eyes, making one feel that the dark spring in their depths could forge blades cold enough to cut to the bone. Everyone fell silent. Some people's very appearance made one realize that aura truly existed. Before him, everyone else became background figures at the edges. His brilliance was so forceful that no one dared make a sound.
Yet he had not come to steal the spotlight. He had chosen instead to be someone's supporting leaf.
"Have you had enough fun, Miss Fang?"
The newcomer looked directly at Fang Xiaoxia in her white dress. The overhead lights spilled down, illuminating the Maiden's bewildered face, like seeing a lily bloom from a heap of garbage.
"Many people are waiting for you. Are you still going to waste time here?"
As the Patek Philippe Nautilus 7128 on his wrist and the thorn-shaped gold ring on his index finger were casually revealed, Bai Zhou's words rang clearly in every ear. "We do not have much time left. So, are we going to continue these boring pastimes, or are we going to do what you ought to be doing?"
"—Huh?" Fang Xiaoxia even wanted to ask, Elder Brother, what are you talking about? Her mind was completely blank right now.
"Do-do-doo, do-do-doo, do-do-doo—"
Just then, the