Some who knew Chu Yi were murmuring behind his back: "This guy seems bold enough, daring to leave the mountain."
"Stubborn and unruly, they must be talking about him, right?"
"Isn't Jiang Yang looking for him everywhere? Tsk tsk, indeed, the brave are artful."
Chu Yi heard the surrounding chatter loud and clear, but he didn't care at all and kept his eyes on the disciple in front of him.
This disciple appeared quite young, yet he didn't seem particularly intimidated by Chu Yi's unruly behavior.
Moreover, one could feel an extremely unusual aura exuding from him just by looking between his brows.
Even Little Fatty, watching from a distance, couldn't help whispering to Xie Yun:
"This guy seems a bit different from before."
"Yes, even the way he dresses is unlike the others."
Xie Yun had noticed that from the start.
Chu Yi shared this opinion.
In such a place, he was actually wearing a white Taoist robe, and his hair was shiny and black.
