Half a while later, Song Yan stood with his fists closed and his eyes fell on the courtyard wall.

Right now, there's a tall, handsome young man in white sitting there.

Just when Song Yan saw the young man's face in white, he felt a little familiar, but after a little consideration, he understood why the young man felt familiar, because the young man's appearance was somewhat similar to that of him.

The young man in white floated down the wall and frowned at the Song inkstone. Obviously, he also found the appearance and similarity of the Song inkstone.

"Who are you?"

After a long silence, the young man in...