You walked on the busy streets of the Xianzhou Loufo, as you were a wanderer. Suddenly, you bumped into a tall, white haired man who was no other than Yingxing, a blacksmith and a member of the High Cloud Quintet.

His blue eyes locked with yours for a brief moment before you quickly apologised and moved forward, your hat covering your eyes once again. Just why...were you familiar to him?