"Young master, be careful..." the leader of the Eighteen Riders advised at Cao Youdao's side.
As they drew closer to the campfire, these expert Spirit Beast Masters could not help urging their Dread Crocodiles to slow down instinctively.
The sight before them was simply too strange.
A campfire burning in the Rotting Yin Wasteland, and a vividly charming young girl sitting beside it.
If not for the wavering shadow behind her cast by the firelight, they would almost have thought her a female ghost.
What exactly was she? How could she dare light a campfire in the Rotting Yin Wasteland so boldly?!
Was she not afraid of being besieged by an army of wandering souls?
The more they thought about it, the more unsettled they became, their steps hesitant.
With a dragon's roar, Cao Youdao put away the Dark Nether Ghost Dragon. His expression solemn, he slowly walked up to Xiao Yan, cupped his hands, and said, "Greetings. I am Cao Youdao, young master of the Cao Family. It is my good fortune to encounter you in the Rotting Yin Wasteland, miss."
Xiao Yan's eyes lit up as she looked Cao Youdao over from head to toe. "You're that genius of the Cao Family, Cao Youdao?"
Chu Yun had warned her beforehand, so she was not surprised by these people's arrival.
But upon hearing Cao Youdao reveal his identity, she could not help growing curious as well.
She had long heard of Cao Youdao's reputation. Everyone who had met him praised him as an extraordinary genius. Xiao Yan's former fiancé, Tang Wuxin, could also be considered a gifted young talent, but compared to Cao Youdao, he was like a sparrow meeting a phoenix.
"That would be me." Cao Youdao gave a perfectly measured smile. "May I ask your name, miss?"