C175 The Ninth Master Said Coldly I'm Very Old

Bai Xinyan pushed open the door and stepped into the study. The room was dimly lit, and Huo Yinyao sat in the corner on a crimson leather sofa. His long, pale fingers held a slender cigarette, smoke curling lazily around them. His expression was cold and brooding. He wore a jet-black suit that was almost startling in its intensity. Since Bai Xinyan had known him