As the voice of this brocade-robed youth fell, the scene suddenly quieted down, and gazes turned towards this side.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Ye frowned slightly, raised his head and looked, and immediately his expression became icy cold.
This brocade-robed youth appeared to be relatively older, looking handsome, with a tall and slender figure, his black hair hanging down, and a gentle smile on his face. However, fresh blood was dripping continuously from his elongated hands.
In the palm of his outstretched right hand lay a space ring, also bathed in blood.
Xiao Ye had some impression of this youth.
Because when he came to this basin, he personally witnessed this youth killing brutally, with countless bloodstains on his brocade robe.
So although this youth wore a gentle smile, Xiao Ye felt that this youth had harbored endless killing intent towards him.
