A young man clad in white as pure as snow, with jet-black hair cascading down his shoulders. His countenance was exquisitely handsome.
The first words he spoke upon seeing Chu Mo were strikingly similar to those of the divine appraiser: "You've come? A bit late, though."
"Will you follow me?" Chu Mo asked calmly, gazing at the young man in white, "Or do they need to agree to return first before you agree to return?"
The man in white appeared slightly startled, as though puzzled by Chu Mo's demeanor. Arching his brow, he said, "You've changed… a little from before."
"Oh? What was I like back then?" Chu Mo asked.
