The black-clad figure appeared rather suddenly.
Yun Ran paused, placed the sack on the ground, and narrowed her beautiful eyes, warily sizing him up.
Under the clear moon and gentle breeze, with the endless sky of Changkong as the backdrop, the figure appeared even more tall and imposing.
His wide black cloak flapped loudly in the wind, immediately suggesting he wasn't an easy character to deal with.
An intimidating ghost mask covered his face.
There seemed to be some trick with the mask, making his eyes appear a mysterious purple, like a fog, mystical and dreamy, yet inscrutable.
Yun Ran: "..."
[On a dark and windy night, a person covered from head to toe, even disguising his eyes!]
[Suddenly popping out to say he wants to help? Only a fool would believe that!]
[He either lusts after her beauty! Or after her Silver!]
Vaguely, the corners of the black-clad figure's mouth seemed to twitch slightly, then he said:
