This team of youngsters was simply too easy to recognize.
They were exceptionally good-looking.
Among them, the most striking by far were the leading man and woman.
The young man had thick eyebrows, a high-bridged nose, and a high ponytail, looking handsome and dashing with a mole on his face that added a rakish charm; the young woman had a cold aura, with rare, sharp eyebrows and eyes, and skin whiter than snow.
They were clearly people straight out of a painting.
Yet there was a distance of a full foot between them, and both of their expressions were as sour as could be.
"Junior Brother, you're pacing with your same-side foot and hand moving together," the young girl remarked. "It looks hideous."
The young man's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but snap back, "Are you upset you haven't practiced the vow of silence enough? I'll report this to Master and add a few more days for you!"
The girl replied, "No need, save it for yourself."
"Still not as experienced as you," the young man retorted.
The two of them had been bickering all the way here.
Right in the middle of the procession, a young man with a thoroughly decadent and dispirited expression couldn't help but speak up: "Can you two give it a rest for a second and at least pretend to act the part?"
"When we're out here, we represent the Wanjian Sect!"
Ji Huan'an was utterly exasperated.
Chapter 520