Yang Ruxin hurriedly patted Xiaohei's head, then looked at the woman in white. Her eyes couldn't hide her amazement. The face that betrayed no age was flawless and exquisite, coupled with that frosty white hair and her snow-white attire. Ruxin's mind couldn't help but think of a Fairy untouched by worldly smoke...
Ahem... Gu Qingheng coughed twice towards Yang Ruxin. Just looking at a woman can make her stare? How come she never looks at me like that?
Yang Ruxin couldn't help but roll her eyes at him. Was he even going to fuss about that?
Seeing his wife withdraw her gaze, Gu Qingheng took a step forward, clasped his hands, and bowed: "I wonder what to call you, senior? Visiting this humble abode..."
"You are Gu Qingheng, his disciple." The woman with white hair and attire looked up at Gu Qingheng, then turned her gaze to Yang Ruxin, "And you are Yang Ruxin, Ming Xu's disciple." Though phrased as a question, her tone was very certain.
