Considering his identity, Huang Jie was already relatively low-key.
In fact, he was low-key to the point that his title of World Illuminating Young Master seemed not to fit him that well.
Rather than resembling the resplendent sunlight that captured the gazes of all under the heavens, he seemed to resemble the moonlight, quiet and secluded.
Yan Zhaoge looked towards Huang Jie just as Huang Jie turned towards him. Their gazes met, with neither betraying any emotions.
"Interesting." Yan Zhaoge lightly raised his eyebrows.
Yan Zhaoge was unable to accurately gauge Huang Jie's actual cultivation. The only measure he had to go on was his sense of hearing. By judging the almost imperceptible sound of the other's blood and qi flow, he was able to form a rough guess.