There was a man leaning against the wall by the entrance of the courtyard, and his arms were wrapped around a violet halberd.

He wore black clothes and had black hair, and both of them were fluttering freely with the wind while a faint smile hung on the corners of his mouth. His smile seemed quite charming.

Yang Ye sized up the man and asked, “Lou Qianxiao?”

The man sized up Yang Ye, and then the faint smile on his face grew wider, “I never expected that another ...