lt;lt;A wealthy wife

In the middle of the courtyard sat a young man, about twenty years old. Even for this group of assassins who had long been accustomed to seeing people, they could only describe his appearance as "amazing." If his looks were already unparalleled, then his cold and noble temperament was even more unique.,Zhou's momentum had completely dissipated in an instant. If he had just been perceived by others as a level-ten threat, now he appeared more like a street thug, a complete change of persona.,Just then, footsteps outside the door slowly approached, accompanied by low murmurs. Zhou Yi could tell that they were just two ordinary people, with no trace of cultivation. He guessed that the person he was waiting for had arrived; they were indeed punctual.。