The shout from the black-robed girl who called herself Lan Su made Yun Jian and others crease their brows.
A close escape from death, colors drained from Lin Mengyu's face and her eyes rolled back before she fainted. As for Zhou Yuhao and his friends, they were looking at Lan Su in the same dread and fear. Chu Xiangnan and the team directed their gaze toward the strange girl as well.
What did she call Yun Jian just now? Wizard Lord Wu? What was that?
Lan Su who had suddenly appeared here with a plain black traditional robe that accentuated her height had a classically pretty face with thin eyebrows, long lashes, big eyes and fair skin.
What surprised most of the teenagers, however, was not her looks but her plain black clothes that seemed like ancient clothing but were different from period costumes.
The fabric of her robe was superior and the plain black traditional outfit exposed her ankles.
