After all, in this coffee shop, Yang Tian was exactly such a Chinese person.
All this time, Long Juan walked straight toward Yang Tian.
But the Angel behind her frowned, even attempting to remind Long Jun to double-check again.
Because all cultivators, whether in their aura or their demeanor, were vastly different from ordinary people.
But now Yang Tian, in the Angel's eyes, was plainly obvious—except for skin so flawless it would make any woman jealous, the man looked just like a regular foreign student from some average family!
Of course, most important of all was that Anji couldn't feel any intense energy emanating from Yang Tian.
In truth, Long Jun shared the same doubts as the Angel, but even so, she didn't let that hesitation show on her face. So she approached Yang Tian, smiling as she said, "Mr. Yang?"
"Yes, and you are?" Yang Tian smiled faintly.
Is this for real?
