The young man in white was handsome and otherworldly, with an elegant bearing. His hair was bound beneath a jade crown, and he looked like a refined young master, a faint, carefree smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
Just looking at him made people feel at ease.
Gao Meinan, Zhou Yan, Bing Luoling, and Xia Qiuer stared at the Black Robed Person, whose arm had exploded and sent him flying, then at the young man in white who had suddenly appeared. For a moment, they were speechless, their eyes filled with shock.
The Black Robed Person was so powerful, yet this man had sent him flying with a single casual punch?
Xia Qiuer's pupils trembled as she looked at the tall figure before her. For a moment, she seemed dazed.
She knew that figure didn't belong to that person, but her heart still trembled uncontrollably.
If only he had come...
The young man in white was naturally not Hua Yunfei, but Young Ancestor Hua Yiyang. He had been watching the show from the shadows all along.
"Are you all right?" Hua Yiyang turned and asked with a smile.
"I'm fine. Thank you for saving me." Xia Qiuer bowed, deeply grateful.
"Heh, you're the Imperial Court's Saintess. There's no need for such a grand bow." Hua Yiyang waved a hand.
"It's only right," Xia Qiuer said.
"Qiu'er." After repairing her body, Bing Luoling hurried over. She had truly been scared out of her wits just now.
"Big Sister Bing, I'm fine." Xia Qiuer managed a smile.
"This is my fault." Bing Luoling looked remorseful.
"Don't blame yourself. There are few people throughout history with strength like his. There's no shame in losing to him," Hua Yiyang said. "Even defeating him wouldn't be easy for me."
"My strength still isn't