As Xiao Fang and the others left his guildhouse, Instructor Yu followed from quite a bit distance away.
'Could he really be the boy Elder Brother was talking about?' she thought.
Although it was brief, she knew what she felt—it was the presence of a Divine realm cultivator.
Yu Qiuyan stood quietly in the shade of a red-plumed phoenix tree, her delicate fingers tightening around the folded letter in her hand as she watched Xiao Fang exit the Black Paradise Sect's guildhouse.
The early afternoon sun caught the edges of his black hair as he stepped out of his guildhouse and walked through the forest, his movements unhurried yet carrying an air that made the air itself seem to part for him. Even at a distance, he stood out — not just because he was the only man in the Phoenix Class, but because of that calm, heavy stillness that seemed to cling to him.
Her brother's words burned in her mind as if inked in fire.
Dearest Qiuyan
