"Qing Li!"
A deep and angry shout sounded from behind Xie Xuanyi.
The little girl was frightened again, her complexion turning pale as she instinctively hid behind Xie Xuanyi.
"You ran out again, are you crazy? Don't you want to live?"
Xie Xuanyi didn't know much about ancient texts from a thousand years ago and could only vaguely make out that this was a scolding.
He turned around.
In front of him was an extremely tall young man, his facial features different from those of the residents within the Da Chu region, with deep-set eyes and a high nose bridge, his gaze as sharp as a sword.
The young man was holding a lantern, yet it cast no shadow.
This was a very powerful Li Mei.
The two gazes met.
"A... a living person?"
The young man hesitated for a moment, staring incredulously at the young man in a black robe in front of him.
He held the lantern higher.
A long shadow fell on the ground.
