Sirin Grave Sect (I)

YANG LUJIA WASN'T informed that, today, he would have a staring competition with a young man whose cultivation realm was obviously way below his. Perhaps this young guy was still as young as he was. 

"Fortuniel, do you know this young man? Why does it seem like I am connected to him in some ways I cannot comprehend?" Yang Lujia was baffled, resorting to trying and asking Fortuniel for an answer.