With the addition of White Crow, the progressing team was periodically regarded with unusual glances.
Since he had no Fond Spirit to ride, White Crow directly sat on the back of the Sand Sculpture, only one position behind Master Han.
One, with his hands behind his back, was indifferent and free from fear of being ambushed by the person behind him;
The other sat cross-legged, nurturing his spirit with closed eyes with no intention to appreciate the scenery, completely lost in his own world.
"Their auras doesn't blend at all. Master Han is like a man on the clouds, unrestrained by mundane conventions, wandering freely."
"White Crow... this man is even more mysterious. That cold, ruthless gaze, once seen, is unforgettable..."
Not only the students, but also the other mentors, mercenaries...
Even Sun Lin would have to admit that she would like to know more about this seldom-seen, record-breaking freelance mercenary.