Rain poured down in sheets, and the night was black as ink.
Yet someone sauntered into this ruined temple!
This abnormal, uncanny sight immediately alerted Uncle Yong and the others. They all gripped their weapons and went on guard.
When he came closer, Su Yi and the others finally saw what the newcomer looked like.
The man wore cloud-patterned long boots, a feathered crown binding his hair, brows dark as ink, a nose like a hanging gallbladder, and held a folding fan in his hand.
His features were exceedingly handsome, and his jade robe was cut to fit him perfectly. He looked like an elegant young nobleman, his whole body exuding an air of wealth and distinction.
"This fellow really is pretty."
The Girl in Military Uniform froze, then subconsciously murmured aloud.
Using "pretty" to describe a man seemed somewhat inappropriate, but she truly could not find a more fitting word.
"Miss, be careful. This person is absolutely not simple."
Uncle Yong looked as if facing a formidable enemy, his expression unprecedentedly grave. His eyes were like cold lightning and sharp blades, fixed on the elegant young master as he walked into the courtyard and came toward them step by step.
"A ruined temple in the wilderness, a place where sneaking ghosts run rampant—this Young Master had best leave at once. Otherwise, don't blame us for being impolite!"
One guard shouted, his words cold and harsh, both a threat and a probe.
The young nobleman stopped three zhang before the main hall, toying with the folding fan in his hand as he spoke leisurely. "Impolite? Heh. If not for my soft heart earlier, you would likely have been gnawed by the ghost corpse worms until only a layer of stinking skin was left."
"What?"
Everyone was shocked, their hearts churning.