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Twelve years ago, at the West River Crossroads, he had seen this young man with fluttering white robes.

He asked, "Who are you?"

The youth in white replied, "I'm Xiao Qi."

Lu Yiyao's unfathomable black eyes stared unblinkingly at the white figure. His expression was calm, but there was no wind nor no rain.

In this world, there really was such a fantasy.

"Third Young Master, long time no see