The only one who had gone to a distant place to train was Jiang Fan.
There was no doubt that the approaching person was Jiang Fan!
"Finally here!"
Wu Manyue frowned, glaring coldly at the newcomer.
As the wind and snow drew closer.
A young man in a long black robe appeared, stepping through the whirling snow and wind.
His robe fluttered in the breeze, and his ink-black hair flowed like a waterfall.
A simple silver silk belt wrapped around his waist, highlighting his balanced and slender physique.
In his strides, his eyes gleamed like mirrors reflecting autumn waters.
The corners of his lips curved upward in a confident and gentle smile, like peach blossoms blooming in the early spring.
What was most captivating.
His skin was very fair, reflecting a faint glow in the sunlight as if it could luminesce.
Whiter than the falling snow.
So white that even women would envy it.
Wu Manyue stared blankly.
The image of the graceful young man etched deeply into her pupils.
