"Who are you?"
Xue Jing looked with slight confusion at the person in front of him, who was draped in a black robe and hood, their lower half of the face masked, obscuring their features.
"Eh... hehe, it's me, Xue."
The person in the black robe spoke with a guilty chuckle, slightly lifting the black hood to reveal a pair of red, snake-like vertical pupils.
Xue Jing slightly tilted his head, feeling an increasing sense of familiarity, and began to search his memory for clues.
Soon, he found the corresponding person.
"Slap—!"
Without any hesitation, Xue Jing stretched out his right hand, grabbed the throat of the person in the black robe, and lifted them high off the ground, their feet dangling more than half a meter in the air.
"Cough—wait a second!"
