Following the voice, Di Tian turned his head to the center of the hall where a figure suddenly materialized.
It was a young-looking man with sharp features. He was very tall, had limpid brown eyes and wore a flashy battle robe the colour of dusk.
If Di Tian had to point out the most distinct thing about the man, it was his contrasting bearing. Ignoring the pretentious dress sense, he somehow gave off the lazy vibe similar to that of a cat; lazy but potentially destructive.
The man repeated his question when Di Tian did not answer, "You're the guy, right?"
Di Tian jolted out of his reverie and nodded, "That's right, I'm Di Tian."
"It's alright, this won't take very long," the man said and waved a hand. A solid chair made entirely out of spiritual energy appeared next to him and he took a seat. At the same time, a bunch of grapes appeared in his hands and he started to munch on them.
