The Falling of a Flower

Hearing this remark, Jing Jiu was at a loss.

In his own eyes, he was still the same as before; he wasn't aware that his aura was even purer now in others' eyes, full of the bearing that a man of the fae would possess.

Jing Jiu didn't realize what was going on until he recalled the Underworld Emperor's reminder.

It was at the moment that a gust of wind blew over the room and the scent of flowers arrived on his face.

He absorbed the scent. The energy inside his body became slightly mixed, and he thought that the drifting feeling in his body weakened a little.

Bai Zao blinked a few times, wondering if her eyes were deceiving her; but she still felt that Jing Jiu was quite different from what he had looked like a few years ago.

"What are you doing in Zhaoge City?" asked Jing Jiu.