"A lay disciple."
Meng Qi murmured the name, an unusual gleam flickering in his eyes.
Four milky-white beams of light appeared.
"Newcomers?" Zhang Yuanshan held Fu Zhenzhen's hand, signaling that she need not be nervous.
The pillars of light faded, revealing four strangers: three men and one woman.
The woman was tall. Taken separately, none of her features was particularly attractive-narrow eyes, a small nose, and thick lips-but together they were surprisingly harmonious. She could certainly be considered a beauty with presence. Around twenty-something, she wore dark-purple fighting clothes, black riding boots, and a pair of mandarin duck sabers of unequal length at her waist.
The first two men had nothing particularly remarkable about them. Both were young, in their early twenties. One had thick brows, large eyes, and a burly build, his muscles stretching his clothes taut. He possessed a bold, imposing air. With no weapons on him, he seemed unencumbered and carefree. The other had furtive brows and ratlike eyes, and grinned as he surveyed Meng Qi and the others.
Only the man standing some distance from them was strikingly handsome. Black hair draped over his shoulders, and his slender figure stood as straight as a measuring rod. He had sharply sculpted brows, a high nose, thin lips pressed tightly together, and pitch-black eyes that occasionally gleamed with gentle warmth. A treasured sword hung at his waist, and he held a folding fan.
Zongzhi, a handsome youth of graceful bearing, raised his cup and turned his proud eyes toward the blue sky, radiant as a jade tree standing in the breeze.
None of them showed the fear or bewilderment of someone entering a Reincarnation World for the first time.
Speak of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao arrives! Meng Qi thought when he saw the familiar figure.
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