"Who is this person? So beautiful..."
"She looks a little familiar, like I've seen her somewhere before..."
"No wonder. With such a handsome master, I'd be willing too! So what if he's an Ultimate Douluo? Who would fall for a decrepit old man?"
Soft murmurs rose from the surrounding crowd, but to an Ultimate Douluo, no matter how quietly they spoke, it was no different from shouting directly into his ear.
Long Xiaoyao's old face turned from white to red, then from red to green. He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed his emotions, and stared at Huo Yuhao with a frown.
Even he had to admit that, at first sight, he had been struck by the other's beauty. But he did not believe Ye Xishui was such a shallow person, especially after sensing that the other had not the slightest fluctuation of Soul Power.
After all, the reason Ye Xishui had rejected him back then was because she wanted to become stronger.
Suddenly, a spark of realization flashed through his mind. His eyes lit up slightly as he looked eagerly at Ye Xishui.
"Xishui, do you have some unspeakable reason?"
"Did something happen to you? Don't worry, I don't mind! No matter what difficulties you have, I'm willing to face them with you."
Someone once so proud had actually called a young man without even a trace of Soul Power her master in public. There had to be some unspeakable reason behind it.
As he recalled scene after scene from the past, he refused to believe that the woman he considered perfect would make such a choice.
For a moment, all kinds of miserable possibilities from the two hundred years she had been missing surfaced in Long Xiaoyao's mind. Because of her beauty, she might have been imprisoned and