Without needing to turn around, the face of the newcomer surfaced on the minds of Meng Qi and the others.

The yellow-faced, beardless man appeared to be nearing his forties. He was dressed in the attire of a talent raised in aristocratic families with a long sword tied to his waist. He was evidently an expert of the Exterior, considering that his breath was connected to heaven and earth.

"What's the matter?" Meng Qi asked in confusion.

The yellow-faced, beardless aristocratic talent grinned. "I'm Zhao Bai, a talent under the patronage of Lord Bo'Le."

The man clarified his identity with a simple sentence and then saluted them. "I heard your enlightening remarks a moment ago while I was keeping watch outside the hall. I share your thoughts and came here especially to meet you."

"Did you come from humble origins, Brother Zhao?" Zhao Heng, who was beside Meng Qi, interrupted with a question.

Qi Zhengyan was not an eloquent person while Jiang Zhiwei and Ruan Yushu were not fans of deb