On this day, Xiao Yifeng, holding a folding fan, slowly walked into a city named Wanhe City.

With the folding fan in hand, dressed in white, a jade pendant at his waist, and wearing Ye Chen's mask, he looked every bit the graceful young master.

He tapped the folding fan against his palm as he strolled through the city, carefree and nonchalant.

Whenever he saw a beautiful woman, he stared without blinking, giving a slightly eerie smile, which drew either annoyed or angry glances from many women.