Shaking hands

Ling Han suddenly stopped, and saw that those figures had directly descended, not too far from them.

There were a total of five people on the opposing side, three men and two women respectively, and Ling Han's eyes were first drawn to a man.

It was not that the other was world-shakingly handsome, but rather that this person's aura was too strong.

He was clearly just a Cauldron Forging Tier cultivator, but when he stood there, he was like a black hole, attracting all eyes and attention.

He was indeed quite handsome. He had a dignified appearance, and his features were as sharp as if carved by a knife. His features were well-defined, and his hair was black and shiny, as if every strand was a piece of art that had been meticulously carved.

Then, Ling Han's sharp eyes turned to look at a woman.

Beautiful, astonishingly beautiful.