C1201 Sword Slave of Dragon Gate

"Don't touch me..." Chilian recoiled, showing no sign of appreciation. Instead, she shrugged off the white cloak, allowing it to tumble to the ground.

The man in white seemed unfazed by the gesture. With a calm demeanor, he retrieved the cloak from the ground, draped it over his shoulders once more, and stood quietly to the side.

Feng Yixiu arched an eyebrow, his voice resonating with authority