Northern Region?
Xu Xiaoshou's pupils trembled.
"Frightened, Passive Value +1."
His first reaction was: Could this guy be putting on a mysterious act like me? But he immediately dismissed it.
Who in the world would be so bored, so painfully idle, as to pretend to be from the Northern Region in front of him just to provoke him? Besides, the words "Northern Region Jiang Clan" had not even come from the leading young man.
Judging from the whispers of the onlookers earlier, and then looking at that young man's bearing...
This fellow was unmistakably a genuine Northerner, not someone a counterfeit like him could compare to! "Gulp~"
Xin Gugu, standing ahead, swallowed his saliva. His jaw went slack, nearly dropping to the ground on the spot.
He instinctively took half a step back. He had chickened out!
Damn it, did we run into the real thing?
Footsteps pattered from behind. Xin Gugu turned around and met Xu Xiaoshou's gaze. Understanding at once, he retreated.
This kind of brain-burning situation was no longer something he could handle.
Leave it to the genuine article! "Northern Region Jiang Clan?"
Xu Xiaoshou approached this Young Master Jiang with an expressionless face.
Seeing him up close, he had to admit that aside from his peerless bearing, the man's features were exceptionally handsome as well.
Thick sword-like brows concealing their edge, a jaw carved by axe and blade, a world-weary face beneath a bright brow, eyes set beneath three-fold lashes—he had gathered all the spiritual grace of heaven and earth, with a divine air soaring above the clouds. Such a visage was hard to find in the mortal world; it belonged only in the Immortal Court.
Xu Xiaoshou had only seen a similarly handsome face on Fu Xing.
But compared to him, the man