As they approached the stage and applied a few talismans, a blast of Yin Wind blew upon them. Xia Yue immediately hugged the Spiritual Cat and ran to Yan Mo's side.
Xia Xi and the others hurriedly joined them, vigilantly watching the center of the stage.
A swirl of black mist appeared out of nowhere in the center of the stage. After the mist dissipated, a man dressed in ancient ornate clothes, his long hair partially bound with a silver coronet, stood expressionless, casting a cold gaze upon them.
To Xia Yue, he mirrored an aristocratic young master from ancient times, resembling Pan An in beauty.
Qin Qi stood next to him, raising an umbrella over him, somewhat like his personal maid. Her gaze filled with resentment as she looked at Xia Yue and others, seemingly remembering the injury inflicted upon her by them a few days back.
"Be careful." Xia Xi said as she eyed Qin Qi and the man suspiciously, aware that she was no match for this powerful entity.
