Suddenly, the whole world fell silent. A cold wind blew in, causing people to shiver unconsciously.
On Long Street in the distance, a figure approached.
He blended into the crowd, with an ordinary appearance and attire. Even with close scrutiny, it was difficult to discern anything remarkable about him; he was like any other passerby.
But his pace was strange. Though he appeared to walk slowly, he arrived in an instant.
He was a middle-aged man in his early thirties, of average build, with sallow skin and graying hair at his temples. His face was unshaven with a thick beard, making him seem somewhat greasy.
After halting, he revealed a smile. "Little girl, your cultivation is quite interesting."
His dark eyes stared at Guang Xiaoyu, instantly seeing through her, inside and out.
Guang Xiaoyu felt a chill crawl down her spine and quickly retreated to Lao Huang's side.
WOOF WOOF WOOF!
Hei was vigilant, barking continuously, having sensed the dangerous fluctuations.
