Shen Jingqi suddenly turned around, only to see a mysterious figure in a black robe slowly approaching him. The moonlight was thin, like a mist enveloping the ruins, adding an eerie aura to this mysterious figure. He wore a bizarre mask on his face, with strange patterns painted on it, resembling ancient spells or marks from the abyss, making it impossible to discern his true features.
The wind gently blew by, bringing with it waves of chill.
"You... who are you?" Shen Jingqi watched the mysterious figure warily, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's, trying to find a flaw in the mysterious figure. His hands were clenched into fists, the knuckles white from tension, ready to respond to any sudden incidents. His heart raced, as if to burst out of his chest, but he forced himself to stay calm, not letting his fear show even a fraction.
