She knew the other party hadn't arrived yet; otherwise, even in a crowd of thousands, she would recognize him at a glance.
Just like a sword fanatic can find their own sword among millions of sword hilts at a glance.
"Qing Ying, stay by my side, and I can take you through the Tenth Desolate Domain to secure a spot for the competition."
Suddenly, a voice sounded beside her.
A young man in a snow-white heavenly moth robe stood behind Lin Qingyue, with an indifferent expression and a casual look in his eyes, as if nothing in the world mattered to him. Only when his gaze fell on the lady in green did a trace of gentleness appear in his eyes.
Lin Qingyue snapped back to reality and shook her head, "No need, Senior Brother. I want to rely on my own abilities."
