Upon hearing the voice behind him, the middle-aged man turned around, revealing a man as solitary as the white snow, carrying an air of icy aloofness with him.
This Heavenly Venerate of the Tongtian Pavilion gave off an unfathomable first impression.
His eyes, as deep as ancient wells, were at this moment evaluating Ye Lingyue and Long Baobao.
It was as if he could see through everything about a person with just one glance.
Long Baobao felt somewhat shrunken under his gaze.
Subconsciously, Long Baobao tightened his grip on Ye Lingyue's hand, which was warm and firm.
That warmth seemed transferable; seeing Ye Lingyue facing the Heavenly Venerate boldly and directly, Long Baobao also mustered up some courage and emulated her, raising his head and meeting the Heavenly Venerate's gaze boldly.
The Heavenly Venerate was also sizing up Ye Lingyue.
