At the banquet, Xu Yang might not have been the most handsome, but he was undoubtedly the youngest.
With his pristine features and a complexion as flawless as jade, he exuded a vibrant, youthful energy.
Xiao Ya looked at his clean, handsome face and delicate skin, her gaze sweeping him up and down. A wave of delight washed over her; she always favored this kind of youthful young man.
For these geniuses, this banquet was an opportunity to expand their networks. However, for women from prominent noble families like her, it was a chance to choose a man after their own hearts.
If both parties found each other agreeable, not only could she recruit a genius from the Lingyun List for her family, but she could also marry a satisfactory husband.
While the geniuses on the Lingyun List were all young, youth did not necessarily equate to good looks.
"Xiao Ya?" Xu Yang thought. His lips curled into a playful smile. He cupped his hands and said, "I am Xu Yang."
