Xia Gazed up at the strange-looking man. He was wearing a demonic-looking mask which covered most of his face from his forehead till his nose. Only his green eyes and lips could be seen.
The man softly held his shoulders and lifted him. He held onto him until he was able to stably stand on his own.
"Thank you," Xia whispered to the young man. He subtly pulled little further away from him and watching him vigilantly. After his encounter with that man named Prince Gua, he had become quite wary of strangers.
The man was silently observing him. His unwavering eyes made him a little unsettled, but the familiar lotus fragrance on his body made Xia more comfortable.
"Are you hurt anywhere?" the man said with his magnetic voice.
"No... thank you so much," he repeated.
The man smiled and whispered, "Don't thank me. It is my responsibility,"
Xia did not understand him clearly. 'Why is saving me his responsibility? This person is talking in riddles,' he thought as he looked at him.
