The white-robed man stopped playing the zither and looked over.
Only to see Su Chen dressed in a purple robe, with slanted eyebrows and cold starry eyes. The aura of Dao surrounded him, untouched by any dust, appearing as if a true immortal had descended to the mortal realm.
Behind him, Long Wu stood quietly, highly vigilant as she stared fixedly at the white-robed man, never relaxing her guard.
She felt a great threat from this man. Though he seemed calm, without any powerful aura leaking out, Long Wu was certain that if he made a move, it would be earth-shatteringly powerful. Even the starry sky would be forcibly destroyed.
Despite being a Saint King Realm master herself, Long Wu felt no safety standing before this man. It was as if she were but an ant looking up at the dragon in the sky - utterly powerless and afraid.
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