Absolutely not

  "A male voice came from behind the mosquito net, with deliberate restraint and a hint of hoarseness, making it clear that the person lying in bed was now enduring some kind of pain while stubbornly holding back."

  "Yes, we brought her," Lan Ziyue replied.

  As soon as the voice fell, the man lying inside slowly sat up. Xuan Xiran only saw his slender fingers first appearing to slowly brush open the curtain in front of him. The next second when he saw the other person's face, not only she but also Lan Ziye and others were stunned.

  The white-haired man's originally handsome face was now covered with dark red tattoos all over his neck, and a faint red glow emanated from them. It could be seen that the man's furrowed brow was enduring an unusual pain in his body. But what surprised Xuan Yiran was not how the man looked, but rather that the tattoos on his face were very familiar... just like the talisman patterns drawn on the sword scabbard that had been sealed away.

  This is impossible

  She heard a voice of absolute denial in her mind, she was surnamed Xuan just by coincidence, and having blonde hair was also a normal genetic inheritance, because her grandfather had said that he had British blood, so being a mixed-blood with blonde hair and a pair of different eye colors was also a normal thing.

  She stumbled into this world by accident, and had no connection with it at all.

  When everyone else was worried about the white-haired man in Lanziye, only Xuan's gaze didn't linger on him. Her face turned pale and her heart skipped a beat, constantly comforting herself that this was absolutely impossible. Yes, she wasn't a member of the Xuan clan.

  The white-haired man raised his head, and when the girl in front of him, dressed in men's clothing, entered his line of sight, a strange light flashed across his silver-gray eyes before disappearing. Her unusual naturalness was also completely hidden from the man's eyes.