Song Jian turned around and noticed a young man wearing a black robe, holding a bone wand in his hand, standing about five or six meters away from him. He was looking at Song with an affable smile.
The young man had silver shoulder-length hair, piercing purple eyes, and a handsome face. He appeared to be about eighteen or nineteen years old.
Next to him stood a skeleton warrior gripping an sharp ax. Its crimson eyes appeared somewhat dim, unmoving and obedient. It seemed to be a summon of the young man's.
"Are you a necromancer?" Song Jian ventured to ask.
"I guess you could say that." Tang Ming eyed Song Jian up and down, his smile broadening. He then inquired, "Who are you? Why are you here?"
"I am Song Jian. I am heading to Shadowfang Mountain Range. I saw this small town and decided to take a break here." Song Jian responded with a smile, "Is this your hometown? It's quite remote."
There was no information above the youth's head, indicating that he was also a player.
