"Huh?" Fu Yuanzhou looked in the direction he indicated and saw a familiar person in the crowd.
It was a sword-wielding man about thirty years old, dressed in black, handsome and majestic, with a solemn face and an upright body. It was obvious at first glance that he had a very strict character. His eyes were looking around vaguely, as if Find someone.
Because Fu Yuanzhou and Su Rimu didn't avoid them, he quickly saw them. He seemed a little nervous. He gestured to Fu Yuanzhou without leaving any trace, and then walked away as if nothing happened.
Fu Yuanzhou nodded slightly, then turned to Su Rimu and said, "Let's go have afternoon tea."
"Is something wrong?" Su Rimu raised his eyebrows. He had met Yu Buxie when he sneaked into the palace before, and also recognized his Luoxu Sword. Fu Yuanzhou had said that he was from the Demon Cult.
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