Wait a minute, age correlates with strength, but looks certainly don’t matter, right? Why mention it, feeling swoony, maybe?
Mu Hanyan was a bit proud of herself for managing to joke even in such a situation. How could she blame herself when the guy who had suddenly appeared was so handsome? He was even more handsome than the playboy himself—it was simply outrageous!
Sigh, speaking of which, it was obvious that he had also come for the Dragon Blood Stone.
If facing Qu Shanhai, she might have had a slight chance, but facing this mysterious man who clearly outmatched Qu Shanhai by a Realm, she knew she had no chance at all.
What Realm could he be? Mu Hanyan curiously sized him up. A Sword Master, or perhaps even higher—could he possibly be a Sword Saint?
Mu Hanyan herself was startled by the thought. Logically, given his age, it was impossible for him to reach the Sword Saint Realm, but the feeling he gave Mu Hanyan was so mysterious and peculiar, as if he did not belong to this world, yet here he stood, alive and real.
The feeling was so marvelous and implausible that for the first time in this life or the last, Mu Hanyan felt something about a man she had just met that was so unbelievable even to herself.
While Mu Hanyan was observing him, the man was also looking at her.
Time passed by the minute, and his gaze, as deep as an abyssal pool or as vast as the endless starry sky, seemed without end. Under his scrutiny, Mu Hanyan even felt exposed, which was unsettling. She even felt an urge to drop the Dragon Blood Stone and leave immediately, to get as far away from him as possible.
But just then, the man suddenly took steps forward, walking slowly towards Mu Hanyan. A nameless immense pressure forced beads of sweat to appear on Mu Hanyan’s forehead.
Mu Hanyan surprised herself by taking a step back.
The man’s brows furrowed slightly as if displeased.
Mu Hanyan gritted her teeth, resisting the pressure, and forcefully stood still, watching as the man walked closer, closer, and ever closer...
Mu Hanyan did not realize that after she stopped backing away, the man also stopped frowning.
"I’m done for," Mu Hanyan lamented internally. What kind of death would it be today? Could she request a somewhat dignified death? Please don’t let him crush me with a scabbard; that would be too embarrassing.
However, the man walked up to her, stopped, and simply stared at her face.
Mu Hanyan was startled, and then lifted her head to meet the man’s profound eyes, her heart trembling.
A strange, indescribable feeling surged within her.
No, that wasn’t right. She had never seen this man before, she was sure of it, not in her previous life nor in this one, absolutely not.
But what then was this strange feeling?
"Mu Hanyan." Suddenly, the man softly spoke, slowly calling out her name.
What? Mu Hanyan froze, looking at the man, surprised. How did he know her name? And why did he sound like he was savoring it—was it her imagination?
"Ye Lanfeng." The corners of the man’s lips suddenly curved up slightly, a shallow smile that dazzled Mu Hanyan for a moment.
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Wait, what did that mean?
"Huh?" Mu Hanyan was puzzled.
The man gave Mu Hanyan another look, then withdrew his smile, with his handsome face returning to being utterly cold, followed by a light tap of his foot, and he then soared into the air, sweeping away into the distance.