"Who? Who's coming?"
Bai He couldn't help but ask.
Zuzi slightly narrowed her phoenix eyes, but didn't seem to really care: "Nothing much, just a junior. Not worth mentioning."
Bai He followed Zuzi's gaze.
She saw a young soldier, broad and sturdy with sun-darkened skin, yet a slightly simple and shy look, striding confidently forward.
Not far behind him was a mysterious old man shrouded in a black robe, his face hidden but with one dry, decrepit arm showing, surrounded by several foreign contestants like stars supporting the moon.
Hey, these two are obviously not of the same group.
Bai He thought their little ancestor definitely wouldn't care to see those ugly foreigners, she must be looking at that simple and shy soldier.
What a coincidence, Bai He recognized him, isn't he the personal guard who, like Chen Long, often hangs around Mr. Bo?
