"I don't know his name either." Xiao Cha frowned, a trace of nervousness naturally showing on her face.
"You don't know his name either?"
Luo Bei had only just frozen in surprise when a huge hole suddenly tore open in the red-yellow miasma above the vine-woven treehouse where he and Xiao Cha were. A figure descended like the Milky Way pouring down to earth, yet stopped abruptly at the level of the treehouse, standing in midair.
At a glance, Luo Bei saw clearly that the person emanating subtle yet powerful waves of arcane power was a man dressed in a bright silver robe.
The bright silver robe on this man was made from some unknown material. It possessed a gentle luster and an extremely simple design, without any patterns, yet that very simplicity made him seem all the more free and unrestrained. He looked only around twenty years old, with a face like polished jade and features as though painted. He was unmistakably a rare and strikingly handsome man. His hair was glossy black and immaculately smooth, gathered with a white jade hairpin. That hairstyle was somewhat like Cai Shu's former attire.
Moreover, the man was tall and slender, truly giving off the impression of jade tree facing the wind.
His only flaw was that his features were too exquisite, while his brows were somewhat thin and long, lending him a faintly demonic air instead.
Judging from his aura, this person was not of the Demon Race, but an immensely powerful cultivator.
"Little beauty, I'm here."
Before Luo Bei could say anything, the young man smiled, gave Luo Bei a casual sweep of his eyes, and asked Xiao Cha, "Who is this person?"
The instant Luo Bei heard him speak, his brows furrowed slightly. He could sense the frivolity in