Clad in cyan, Ding Hao's armor was reflecting sunshine. His black hair reminded people of ink and his sword hung on his waist. Ding Hao looked like an exiled immortal on earth and attracted all people's eyes. In the direction of the sun, he walked toward and flickered like a wisp of smoke. People could not be sure where he really was. After four flickers, he appeared beside Li Yiruo.
Having heard out the conversation between them, Ding Hao's face looked as cold as ice.
This had been the first time that Li Yiruo had seen such a solemn face of Ding Hao, who used to always be warm and nice and always smiling.
"Ding Hao?!"
"Senior Brother Ding? Senior Brother Ding came, we're safe!"
"He's really Senior Brother Ding! Great, great!"
Earlier, the Western Academy of red shirts disciple
