Within seconds, the figure behind the powerful presence appeared before them.
He was a slender man with long black hair that flowed smoothly down his back, and a handsome appearance that looked as though it had been sculpted from autumn marble. He had the same dark grey eyes as the middle-aged man with the mountain-like presence, and the fierce-looking woman with the saber.
There was no denying it, with just one look, it was clear they shared a bloodline, especially him and the woman. Their similarity went beyond just the eyes. Even the symmetry of their features bore a striking resemblance.
Yang Qing was inclined to believe that those two had an even closer relationship than either did with the middle-aged man. The way the woman immediately reined in her fierceness, adopting a more subdued demeanor, along with the look of veneration in her eyes as she gazed at the newcomer, seemed to support his theory.
