C87 Hall Master Selection

Atop the tallest flagpole of the World Society, a young man dressed in white sat with a look of melancholy in his eyes as he stared into the distance. The gentle breeze played with his hair, making him seem as though he was one with the wind, his aura ethereal and carefree.

"Rui, where have you been all these years?" The figure perched on the flagpole was none other than Nie Feng.

Not far off