As the dazzling beaded curtain was swept aside, the crowd's gaze fell upon a beautiful face.
It could even be said that it was a face that stole the spotlight.
The moment Zheng Ming saw that face, his heart stirred, for he realized that he knew the owner of the face.
In that so-called Upper Sect, he actually had an acquaintance. Zheng Ming didn't know what to make of it and genuinely felt like laughing.
Of course, if one wanted to laugh, they would laugh, so the corners of Zheng Ming's lips twitched slightly upwards.
Gong Ruyu never imagined that she would encounter Zheng Ming here. The boy who had utterly defeated her during the battle at Ten Thousand Swords Tower was starting to fade from her memory.
Indeed, fading. But back then, the boy had left an indelible impression on her. Hence, seeing the boy rekindled those memories within her.