Just as Xu Que had foreseen in his vision with the help of the "calamity-foreseeing art", the middle-aged man's gaze landed on Xu Que the moment he touched the ground.
With his back against a tree, Xu Que sat in a leisurely fashion, his eyes glazing over. With a trace of melancholy, he took a nonchalant drag of the cigarette, while his other hand gently swirled the can of Sprite before raising it to his mouth to take in the scent of the drink. He then took a sip from it, holding it in his mouth to let his tongue experience the full impact of the carbon dioxide until a subtle sweetness filled his mouth even after he had swallowed the liquid.
Upon seeing this, the middle-aged man frowned and began to hesitate.
This man in black robes before him was utterly beautiful, but the crucial thing was that he was so young. Judging from his bone age, he certainly couldn't have been more than 100 years old.
