"You call yourself White Dragon, yes?" The voice was full of ridicule, as if he was ridiculing Luan for calling himself that.
"If it's not me, is it you?" Luan stepped back.
When Luan said that, an overwhelming aura came out of his body. It was even more dense and powerful than the aura of the person who ridiculed him. An expression of disdain and defiance curved on Luan's lips when he looked ahead and saw the image of someone being enveloped in a dark mist, hiding their true appearance.
Staring closer, Luan was able to see through the remains that surround this person. 'A woman? No... A delicate man dressed as a woman.' Luan found out.
"You are looking for death by coming here." It was like a ghost, floating in the air, and only a darkened fabric could be seen and the part of the face was blurred by the person's dark aura.
