Yue Fei stood like a towering mountain with his Commander Sword hanging at his waist, standing silently on the hill, his eyes blazing with intense masculinity as he gazed at the bustling commotion near Leifeng Tower.
After a while, a light breeze rustled, like the sound of leaves falling and swaying on the ground under the wind.
But upon closer inspection, nothing was there, only the fleeting shadows on the ground where the moonlight couldn't reach.
"Yue Ying... your movement technique is getting more refined."
Yue Fei's angular lips curled into a smile, and without turning his head, he said, "How is it?"
At some unknown time, a long figure had appeared beside Yue Fei, with eyes that resembled distant mountains with a gentle smile but were as captivating as lightning. It was none other than Xiao Qiushui, whose eyes were filled with unfulfilled ambition, yet were reminiscent of Li Chenzhou's.
"A motley crowd!"
