Ah Dai's hand dropped, still standing quietly, without making any noise. Xuan Yue silently watched him, feeling the coldness radiating from his body. The two of them stood there facing each other in silence. The atmosphere in the room seemed unusually eerie.
After a while, Yue Ji ran back. She didn't notice anything unusual between Ah Dai and Xuan Yue, threw the black robe in her hand to Ah Dai, and said, "I really don't know why you want a robe. We martial artists are better off wearing fighting gear!"