After gently swallowing the slightly sticky wine that had a faint fragrance of plants, Tang Zhen's gaze landed on the young man.
It was a small world. Tang Zhen did not expect to meet this person here. He was a little surprised in his heart.
It was a human youth with a cold face. There was a hint of arrogance between his brows, but his eyes were very calm.
He seemed to have traveled a long way, so there was a layer of fine dust on his body. The hand-made boots on his feet had obvious wear and tear.
Through the grey cloak, one could see that he was wearing a set of inconspicuous leather armor with some strange patterns on it. It seemed to be some kind of rare fierce beast.
A belt as wide as a palm had a few throwing knives inserted into it. Although the material was unknown, they gave off a faint sense of sharpness.
In the young man's left hand, he held a long and thin sword. The hilt of the sword seemed to be severely worn, revealing a faint purple luster.
