Third Young Master Duan

Qiao Mu turned around and spotted Holy Son Miyan donning an Ethereal Spirit white robe. His handsome face exuded an air of icy detachment as he gracefully strode through the parting crowd.

He truly bore the demeanor of a connoisseur.

This Holy Son appeared to be well over a century old.

The assembly of students rushed forward to pay their respects to Holy Son Miyan.

With a haughty countenance, Holy Son acknowledged the people surrounding him with a nod.

His gaze, however, fixated upon a seemingly unflappable figure hidden within the throng, causing a subtle furrow in his brows.

These past two days, she had hardly consumed a proper meal and hadn't enjoyed a good night's sleep. She had practically overwhelmed Holy Son Miyan with her audacity.

/Wasn't this Holy Son His Excellency, esteemed and adored wherever he went?/

Only Mo Lian and Qiao Mu, this audacious pair, dared to challenge him so brazenly!