when he arrived at the door, all the people in the room, including Qian Rong and Zhang Yuntian, were still staring at him.

today, he is a long sleeved robe, white and snow-white, spotless, without any decoration. Even that face is so indifferent and plain. However, such a person, standing at the door casually, has occupied all the splendor of the sky and become a world by himself, just like the God of nine days, inviolable in dignity. Even if he looks at him more, he is afraid that his eyes will hide his clothes.

I don't know if he heard the quarrel in the room just now. He didn't...