Xu Fan took a step across and stood at the door.
His words, though gentle, carried an undeniable air of authority.
As a former Five-Direction Heavenly Emperor and an Immortal Venerable for thousands of years, Xu Fan's words naturally held the majesty of a superior being who could turn the clouds and rain with a wave of his hand and command obedience with a single word.
It was only then that Xu Yixue began to reassess Xu Fan.
When she had seen Xu Fan a few days earlier, he was disheveled, with a scruffy beard, messy hair, and a sullen spirit, completely looking the part of a dejected wanderer.
But now, Xu Fan was handsome and energetic, exuding an aura of nobility and mystery.
Six years ago, Xu Fan had attracted the young and beautiful Xu Yixue with his handsome appearance. She had thought that the downtrodden Xu Fan had long been lost, but, to her surprise, after just two days, the vibrant and spirited Xu Fan she once knew had returned.