Holy City.
This was the first time Gu Ruoyun had walked the streets of the Holy City since her arrival at the Ye family home.
It goes without saying that the streets of Holy City were indeed flourishing. Most importantly even the average citizen in Holy City carried powerful auras.
At this moment, at a tavern in Holy City, a man was sitting quietly in front of a window in a compartment on the second floor. His golden eyes were narrowed slightly as he gently swirled the wine cup in his hand. His eyes were fixed upon the crowd below.
This man was extremely handsome. His facial features were exquisite, like a divine portrait. His fair, white skin was flawless — one could not find a single blemish at all. His lips were puckered into a smile but no one could tell what lay beneath his deep eyes.
