"Xia Yuhang... do you know? I wish I could eat your flesh and drink your blood!"

In the gap between the trees, Ning Xueyan saw Xia Yuhang, who wore a long snow-white robe, standing in front of the door with his hands clasped behind his back.

Xia Yuhang, a graceful gentleman, should not be wearing such plain coarse clothes. However, he stood there at this time in these clothes and slightly frowned, showing a sense of loneliness.

Xia Yuhang, who had ...