"A great catastrophe looming?"
The young man originally had a rather relaxed attitude, his slightly round eyes, naturally innocent, now raised his hand in surprise to cover half of his face. His glaze-like black pupils looked at Fu Xi as if he had heard some staggering news.
"How could this be? I specifically came from such a distant place. Isn't the Little Immortal known to be very mystical? How could she not see the problem with herself?"
Saying this, the young man completely turned around, his eyebrows and eyes filled with concern.
"Is it really that serious?"
Once he completely turned around, his pretty, refined, and innocent face was bathed in sunlight, his gentleness tinged with worry. His glaze-black eyes caught in the sunlight made him look utterly pure and kindhearted.
Fu Xi had already noticed that the young man's clothes were not from any famous brands, plus the fact that he said he had come from such a far place and called Tang Jin the Little Immortal.
