The elegant man in white exuded an otherworldly charm. His ink-black hair was gently tied up with a jade hairpin, and time had left no traces on him, only adding to his immortal aura—vaguely resembling a crescent in the cold night.
Beside Mo Yu, Xu Xing followed, seemingly weary from the road.
Su Li was somewhat stunned and hurriedly called out, "Uncle Mo Yu!"
She had heard from her senior brothers and sisters that Uncle Mo Yu resided permanently on Cloud Mist Mountain, never descending.
The last time he descended was years ago during her middle school exams; he quietly came to see her.
Did he actually come in person?
Mo Yu nodded, his typically cold demeanor softened finally upon seeing Su Li.
He raised his leg to walk inside, causing onlookers to watch in sheer amazement.
It was a kind of transcendent aura that made others feel self-conscious, unable to meet his gaze.
