The crowd looked up upon hearing the voice and saw a person on horseback flying over from afar. Gu Xijiu's heart pounded in her chest. The horse was as white as snow, and even its saddle was white. As its wings flapped, the clouds were stirred. It carried an auspicious light around it.
The person was in a golden hat and a purple robe. The purple robe was stunning, like a floating purple cloud. The person came with haste, and in a few glimpses, arrived at the field. The person jumped down swiftly from the horse and stood right in front of Gu Xijiu.
The Firmament Stone gasped by Gu Xijiu's ears. "What a handsome man! Master! Master!"
That person was, in fact, extremely handsome. All his features were outstanding which made him the sweetest eye-candy and within his elegance was a trace of royalty.
