Just as Xia Yi finished speaking, she suddenly felt two cold gazes fixed upon her. Looking up, she met the eyes of Mu Yin, which were as cold and dark as ink.
He was standing ten yards behind Jiang Ying. Xia Yi gave a cold huff internally; at least he had some manners and knew not to interrupt their conversation.
As their eyes locked, Mu Yin’s expression—while not exactly hostile—certainly wasn't friendly. A thought flashed through Xia Yi’s mind: *Is he here on behalf of the Jiushao Sect to poach talent?*
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