Of the three youths, two were in white clothes and blue robes while the other was dressed completely in black.
Yan Zhaoge curled his lips, “This bastard is too lazy to spend effort even in impersonating.”
Garbed in white clothes and black-bordered blue robes, young, arrogant and handsome, accompanied by a supreme treasure, the Extreme Yang Seal.
Such was the image of Yan Zhaoge which had circulated the most widely. Most of those discrepancies were still founded upon this basis.
The three before them could all still be considered handsome in their appearances.
“B, B+, A…” While excitedly evaluating their looks, Xiao Ai suddenly grew dazed.
She stared wide-eyed at the projected scene for a long time before suddenly turning to look at Yan Zhaoge beside her, her movement so abrupt that she very nearly twisted and injured her own neck.
Feng Yunsheng and Ah Hu both had stunned looks on their faces as well.
Yan Zhaoge narrowed his eyes into slits, “Interesting.”