The man in the white robe had not pulled up his hood, and his medium-length hair wildly danced in the wind, revealing the face of a man in his forties, with distinct features, a hint of stubble, and a mature charm that carried with it the weight of experience.
And this face, this image, Qianqiu had seen it before, seen it once.
It was hard to imagine that this was the very person who had founded the Hidden Assassination Pavilion and was renowned throughout the Shattered Sea...
"Pavilion Master of the Hidden Assassination Pavilion!"
The fluctuating aura of their standoff drew many onlookers who suddenly realized that something big was happening.
The image of the man in the white robe wasn't unique; one could find many similarly dressed in any large city. However, if the figure was a legend who typically wore a white robe and had a rugged, weathered face, then there was a good chance it was...
Star Forger Caelius's expression changed.
