She had not sensed anyone approaching at all. That voice seemed to have leapt through space to appear behind her, following her like a shadow.
Feiying swallowed and slowly turned around.
But the instant she saw the newcomer's face clearly, Feiying felt all the blood drain from her body. The color fled from her face like a receding tide.
Standing behind her was a delicate-looking young man.
He had long, deep-blue hair, casually tied into a high ponytail with a ribbon that fell behind his back. He wore an ancient Xianzhou-style fitted martial outfit, tailored close to the body without any unnecessary ornaments.
He merely stood there quietly, without assuming any attacking stance, yet he radiated an aura as light and resolute as a sharp blade, as though he could turn into a streak of light and tear through space at any moment.
Feiying recognized him almost instantly.
Because not long ago, she had seen this very figure with her own eyes through the enormous holographic broadcast screens on the streets!
He was the Hunt Aeon—Lan—before he had ascended to godhood, the one summoned by Fu Xuan, the Master Diviner of the Luofu Xianzhou, in the Holy Grail War!
Or, as netizens called him now—Lord of the Hunt Lily.
The moment her eyes met those cool, clear eyes that seemed capable of seeing through every sin, Feiying's mind went blank. She had even figured out which prime burial spot she wanted after she died.
No, wait.
Don't panic! Take a deep breath!
Feiying frantically comforted herself inwardly.
He was currently in his youthful form from before becoming a god. He might not possess the overwhelming power of an Aeon, nor might he be able to see through this Pain Hat and discover her true identity as a follower of the