Under the pale moonlight stood a young man, around twenty-six or seven years old!
The collar of the young man's shirt was slightly open, with the sleeves rolled up to his mid-arm, revealing wheat-colored skin. His eyes were deep and spirited, and paired with his fairly handsome young face, he looked like a carefree gentleman of a turbulent world!
Especially at this moment, the young man's lips carried a faint smile.
Seeing the young man in the moonlight, the woman with the golden mask leading the group slightly changed her expression: "Marshal!"
When she uttered the word 'Marshal', her bright and charming eyes were filled with surprise.
Not only this woman, but Wu Mei was also surprised.
She never had any hope that Ye Xunhuan would appear and come to rescue her.
After all, apart from that time they accidentally got involved, there was almost no entanglement between them, and they belonged to different camps.
