"Who is it?!" Hovering in the high sky and supported by invisible winds, the white-clothed cultivator stood with his hands clasped behind him. His clothes flapped in the wind, and his eyes turned chilly.
With a dark expression, Nangong Jiuwen slowly turned toward Fang Qi's direction.
It wasn't that he hadn't noticed Fang Qi, but he had paid no attention to this passerby. In his eyes, this passerby, who had seen things he shouldn't see, was going to be a dead man, and it was meaningless to pay any attention to a dead person.
Meanwhile, the cultivators of the Li Family also looked at Fang Qi.
They saw a young man wearing a blue and white robe which was in a unique style and had strange patterns.
Besides, the long robe even had two pockets. Instead of standing with hands clasped behind his back, this man stood with his hands in the pockets.