All eyes turned to Zhao Xuanqi, who had just leaped into the courtyard. They sized him up from head to toe; everyone present was, in a sense, here for him.
He Xijun's gaze was particularly scrutinizing. Of everyone there, she was the most curious about his identity.
However, the face she saw was completely unfamiliar.
He was very young and couldn't be called handsome, but his unique aura was unforgettable.
It was an effortless, powerful confidence, a tranquil composure as unmovable as a great mountain and as still as the water in a deep abyss.
His presence was like that of an apex predator at the pinnacle of its domain. It inspired an unspoken trust, making him the natural center of attention and his will difficult to defy.
'An aura like this...'
He Xijun was inwardly surprised. As far as she knew, this kind of aura typically belonged only to the most powerful experts who stood at the very top—like the Sect Leader she had once met, who had a similar presence.
