"He's here!"
This phrase, like a pebble thrown into an ancient well, set the once calm waters trembling, as if creating a mighty wave. Everyone craned their necks and widened their eyes, gazing into the distance.
And they saw.
A figure in green, emerging as if riding on the wind from beyond the heavens.
He wore a broad-sleeved robe, exuding an unparalleled grace, akin to a young noble strolling in spring gardens, or a Confucian scholar journeying to the capital for exams, his demeanor utterly carefree.
"Is that Ye Qingchen?"
Many were seeing him for the first time.
Immediately erupted a clamor of astonishment, like mountains collapsing and seas roaring.
Clearly.
The infamous Ye the Demon, known for the cascade of heads he had taken in Southern Heaven, was not what they had imagined.
Yet Ye Qingchen cared not at all, continuing to walk unhurriedly with his hands behind his back. As his gaze swept over the Southern Heaven side, he recognized many familiar figures.
