From the hem of his sleeves, an inky garment that shimmered faintly with silver light, a chain trailed. Jiang Qiyun stood before the gate of hell, eyes lowered as he stared at me.,When Jiang Qiyun heard this, his brows rose slightly, and the chain in his sleeve disappeared.,His laissez-faire attitude was a bit strange, I couldn't quite put my finger on why. It felt like he was just standing there arms crossed watching the students take their test, like a proctor.。