Su Qinglan stood frozen at the cave entrance, her mind full of confusion. She looked the man up and down. He certainly didn't look like anyone from the Sea tribe, nor did he have the aquatic, ethereal look of the merfolk she had seen.
He was something else entirely...too polished, too powerful, and far too handsome for this rugged beast world.
In front of her, the man watched her dazed expression with a suppressed twinkle in his eyes.
Internally, he was scoffing.
That bastard Xuan Long, he thought, his lips curling into a microscopic smirk. No wonder the old man was so agitated and desperate.
To hide such a beautiful, soulful mate behind his back... truly a stingy bastard.
If it hadn't been for the little snake cub's condition and Xuan Long practically begging for his high-level assistance, An Mo would still be in the dark.
But fate was a funny thing.
