The words "Ye Xiaoyao" were like a bolt from the blue, striking everyone until they were scorched inside and out.
The name "Ye Xiaoyao" was like a heavy hammer, pounding on everyone's chest, threatening to shatter their hearts.
A person's name, a tree's shadow.
The name Ye Xiaoyao was known by practically everyone in the Northwest circles.
At this moment, the hall was deathly silent, and the atmosphere was terrifyingly still. Everything seemed like a dream, as if time and space were frozen.
The entire audience stood in place, like lifelike statues.
Xu Yiren gasped, her pupils suddenly contracting.
No wonder Ye Qingtian was so fearless; it turns out he is Ye Xiaoyao.
Xu Yufei's head felt like it was about to explode, leaving him dumbfounded and completely stunned.
How could this be possible?
What did I just hear?
He is Ye Xiaoyao?
Having been exposed to martial arts experts since childhood, Xu Yufei had an innate admiration for these strong figures.
