That man showed up with dark smoke wrapping around him. His face couldn't be seen. Nor could his body. As he moved, it was like a mass of dark smoke moving.
It made Ye Xiao think of somebody else—the Great Elder of Misty Cloud Palace, Xuan Bing.
When Xuan Bing showed up, it looked exactly the same as this man.
Maybe the dominant figures in Qing-Yun Realm all liked to play this smoky trick. Ye Xiao didn't know what to say about it!
In fact, they weren't exactly the same dark smoke though. When Xuan Bing showed up, her dark smoke showed a brisk cold killing intent; this man here only showed a bone-piercing frosty viciousness.
- Clang! -
Han Bingxue made a reaction immediately. He drew out his long sword and shouted, "Who is it?"
The dark shadow didn't move. The smoke was rolling in the air. A weird voice asked him back, "Are you Han Bingxue?"
His voice sounded like steals cracking. It was cold and oppressing, terrifying people.
