Even though it was just a simple exchange of glances, Tang Yiyi felt an overwhelming sense of pressure, as if a mountain was pressing down on her, making it impossible to breathe. She did her best to appear calm, but inwardly, she was extremely vigilant, fearing that the other party might notice something.
The white-haired man, after carefully examining her, quietly withdrew his gaze, silently nodding to himself in approval of Song Yunxiu's judgment. He concealed it so well that no one detected that he had deliberately looked at Tang Yiyi, instead thinking he was simply scanning the students returning to the assembly point, paying no particular attention.
