Tian Lin did not know what the other servant disciples of Beasts Mountain were like, but Wang Xing was indeed gracefully dressed in white.
He carried a bundle on his back, holding a dog in his arms, slowly stepping up the stairs from below.
Tian Lin noticed that as soon as Wang Xing appeared, Bitter Old Man and Auntie Zhu, who were originally meditating, both hastily made way for him.
Only Bai Ye on the ninety-eighth step reached out hand towards the saber at his waist, his gaze towards Wang Xing held a restrained hatred.
Wang Xing had a face as fair as jade, and he glanced at the hand that Bai Ye had placed on his saber, a hint of scorn on the corners of his mouth.
Fortunately, Tian Lin quickly got up from the platform and greeted him with a smile: "Is it Brother Wang?"
Hearing Tian Lin greet him, Wang Xing's gaze shifted away from Bai Ye.
