Under the gaze of Qin Ruan and Lun Wenbin, a tall man dressed in ancient black clothing that accentuated his perfect physique came clearly into their view.
The man's facial features were sharp and angular. His face wouldn't be considered handsome, but it was difficult for one to look away from him.
Qin Ruan's expression was icy cold, concealing a hint of danger in her eyes.
Her voice was cool and hoarse: "Hook Snake?"
The other party didn't respond, a faint red light flashed in his ink-black pupils, and a hint of contempt briefly passed through his eyes.
The man took elegantly steady steps forward, his emotionless gaze fixed on Qin Ruan.
He was like a lofty king, overlooking everything and everyone in his sight.
His steps were unhurried and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Qin Ruan.
The man stopped, his pitch-black eyes tinged with red, deeply fixed on Qin Ruan.
