By the time the mechanism rang out, Xu Bai had already placed his hand on the Ghost Head Blade at his waist.
In the room, a young man in his twenties was holding a crossbow and pointing it at Xu Bai's forehead.
The bow was nocked, but there were no arrows on the bowstring.
"Clang ~"
The empty sound echoed in the room, breaking the silence and filling the room with a touch of sound.
Xu Bai narrowed his eyes. He didn't draw his saber but sized up the young man from head to toe.
The most eye-catching thing was the scar on the right side of the young man's face. It seemed that he had been injured.
However, the scar remained on the young man's face. Not only did it not look ugly, but it also added a hint of ruffian aura.
Seeing that Xu Bai didn't draw his saber, the young man put down the bow in his hand and stood up from the chair. He crossed his arms and bent over slightly.
This bow was a complete bow, showing that he was very serious.
