Masked Man

Zhao XiaoMan sensed spatial fluctuations behind her. She froze for a moment, then was startled!

Could someone have stumbled in by accident?

Zhao XiaoMan whirled around, her graceful figure light as a swan, and fixed her beautiful eyes on the source of the disturbance.

A man emerged through the barrier of space and staggered onto the ground. He was well-proportioned and muscular, wore a Silver Mask over his face, and had black hair fluttering behind him. A wooden sword hung at his waist.

Zhao XiaoMan's heart tightened. She hurriedly drew her sword, stepped back, and activated her Mystic Emperor Intent, forming a phantom Heavenly River around herself.

She scrutinized the Masked Man from head to toe and sharply cried, "Stop! Don't take another step forward!"

The Masked Man did as she said and stood where he was. His eyes blinked behind the mask, revealing a hint of surprise as he looked Zhao XiaoMan up and down in return.

The two stared wide-eyed at each other, their gazes meeting as they sized one another up.

Zhao XiaoMan was very tense. She had lived in seclusion here for over a year, and this was the first time she had encountered an outsider. She used her intent to probe his cultivation and found that he was at the same level as her, the Mystic Emperor Realm. She relaxed slightly. Against someone of the same realm, she could still manage.

The Masked Man first looked at Zhao XiaoMan's face, then let his gaze drift downward along her slender, snow-white neck. Smacking his lips in admiration, he said, "What an unparalleled beauty—lovely as a flower, graceful and enchanting! Miss, don't be afraid. I'm not a good person. No, that's wrong. I'm not a bad person!"

Zhao XiaoMan's eye twitched at that opening line.

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