Ji Lanyi's gaze swept across the entire hall, and Yun Ya shrank back a little behind the crowd.
Just then, gunshots sounded from outside the door, and right after, a soldier was kicked in, his body slamming heavily onto the floor and rolling forward with a thud.
The sunlight suddenly grew a few shades brighter.
Someone stepped in from outside, walking slowly through the sunlight—white clothes, black hair, refined beyond compare.
His tall, slender figure emerged bit by bit from the shifting light and shadow; the long, sword-like brows, the clear yet unfathomably deep eyes, the lightly pressed thin lips, together outlined a face of exquisite beauty that did not lack for heroic sharpness.
