An Lin and Xu Xiaolan faltered in their footsteps and looked at the man ahead of them with cautious expressions.
The man lifted his hat, and a head of long, blue hair came running down to his shoulders. He had a pair of pure and clear black eyes, and his skin was as translucent and pure as white jade.
An Lin had never seen this man before, but for some reason, he felt a peculiar sense of familiarity toward him.
"Who are you?" An Lin asked.