Feng Xuxu, who had been daydreaming, suddenly heard a voice. She looked around but saw no one; she thought she had misheard and was about to step outside when she remembered, "Who are you?"
Her steps halted as she contemplated going out. She turned back to look at the room again, still seeing no one, she boldly stepped forward and asked, "Hmph, you ask who I am, shouldn't you be the one telling me who you are first?"
"Ha ha ha, the little girl is quite stubborn." Feng Xuxu only felt a gust of wind by her ear as Xiaojin suddenly dashed out, charging straight at the throat of a figure in black.
The old man in black dodged Xiaojin's attack and, upon closer inspection, laughed heartily, "I didn't expect you little girl to possess such a treasure."
An old man with grizzled hair dressed in black, his face covered with wrinkles and a long beard hanging from his chin, Feng Xuxu couldn't figure out why everyone she met seemed to prefer wearing black.
