C192 How Could It Be?

How?

Hsiang Yang stood in the middle of the crowd with a smile on his face. He was tall and slender. His hair was fluttering in the wind. He was handsome and had a resolute expression on his face. However, he also carried a refined aura. If he wore the uniform of an ancient scholar, he would simply be an ancient scholar.

The teachers and headmasters of Martial Arts School looked at Hsiang Yang