"Who are you, sir? Why do you interfere in the matters of our Holy Institute?
The Soul Institute Master looked angrily at the man who appeared in front of Qingtong.
As his voice rang out, everyone's gaze followed, turning to look at that person.
Luo Qingtong was no exception.
She raised her head to look at the person standing before her, only to see a stranger's face.
Not Ye Qianming?
Seeing the man's face, Luo Qingtong was shocked.
The feeling of the man pulling her earlier was so familiar she thought Ye Qianming had arrived.
"Thank you."
Realizing the person was not the one she imagined, Luo Qingtong quietly broke free from the hand holding her tightly.
Feeling the warmth of the girl's skin leave his palm, the man standing before her narrowed his eyes slightly, a dark gleam flashing within.
"No need to thank." He said, rubbing his fingertips lightly, suppressing the instinct to pull the girl back to his side again.
