In the elegant room of Fengming Manor, those who came to buy Beiqing Cloud Silk were all women. The appearance of Feng Xun and the Sword Slave, especially when Feng Xun stood there, made the eyeballs of the ladies almost fall out.
His eyes were like top-grade black jade, his hair casually tied, and his light purple Cloud Patterned brocade robe gave him a regal, prince-like air. Merely standing there, he was like the early cherry blossoms of spring, dazzling the entire season.
Especially Hong Yuying, her face was already a mess of red at this moment.
However, Hong Mingyue was sizing up Feng Xun with a scrutinizing gaze.
With the intelligence of Hong Mingyue, she couldn't guess the identity of the person for the moment.
When Ye Lingyue saw Feng Xun, she was about to speak, but she saw Feng Xun quickly blinking at her, meaning for Ye Lingyue to keep quiet for now.
