"Senior Brother Li, save me!"
Zhu Jingyi, as if grasping at a lifeline, urgently called out for help.
At that moment, a white-robed man suddenly appeared a thousand meters away, atop a treetop behind Lin Bai. Like a banished immortal, he gracefully descended from mid-air, his toes touching the treetop, as the gentle breeze blew, making his robes flutter, resembling an immortal.
This man, dressed entirely in white without any other colors, was fair and exceptionally handsome, with hair draped over his shoulders, exuding an air of carefree elegance.
His eyes carried a trace of contempt as he looked at Lin Bai, a slight smile on his lips.
However, this smile gave Lin Bai an immediate sense of aversion, akin to the look a god would have when overlooking worshipping ants.
It was a smile of pity!
A smile of charity!
A smile of superiority!
This person was Li Jiuge! One of the quasi Holy Sons of the Southern Yard! The master of the Island of Stars!
