The young man's cold eyes swept across the surrounding crowd. His gaze was fixed on a person. His star-like eyes seemed to have lit up like a lamp. The flames grew brighter and brighter, as if there was a faint watery glow.
A trace of emotion flashed across his ten-thousand-year-old glacier-like face. His beautiful lips moved slightly. He wanted to shout, but he did not dare to. He raised his hand slightly. His cold temperament seemed agitated at this moment, and his hands were actually trembling slightly.
Beiting Huang stared at his face. The moment the young man descended from the sky, her eyes never left this person.