Does this man recognize me?
Luo Feng's gaze flickered, shifting towards the White-faced Saber Guest opposite him.
The White-faced Saber Guest was about thirty years old, a slight smile on his face. His eyes, like two curved knives, shone brightly. His deathly pale face, like that of a corpse, was one Luo Feng had never seen before.
With several Disciples of the Blood Demon Sect dead, Ye Siyi and Zhu Ling both exhaled in relief.
Sheathing her sword, Ye Siyi approached and said, "Thank you for your timely assistance..."
"Wait."
As Ye Siyi attempted to continue speaking, Luo Feng stopped her with an extended hand.
His gaze fell on the White-faced Saber Guest. Luo Feng asked, "Who are you, and how do you recognize me?"
Upon hearing Luo Feng's words, Ye Siyi and Zhu Ling both paused in surprise.
They had initially assumed Luo Feng and the White-faced Saber Guest were acquainted, but now it seemed that was not the case.
