Her delicate brows suddenly furrowed. She had already been simmering with irritation, and this abrupt interruption only made her more displeased.
She raised her eyes toward the source of the voice.
Beneath a willow tree not far away stood a middle-aged man in gray robes, who had appeared there at some point without a sound. He carried himself with steady composure.
His face was unfamiliar. There was a shrewd, worldly air between his brows, and his understated, neat attire made him look like a steward who had served powerful noble factions for years.
Tang Wutong had never seen this face before, nor did she have the slightest impression of him.
Once she confirmed that she did not know him, her already irritated mood grew even more impatient. With a coolness that retained a hint of girlish innocence, she asked lightly,
"Can't you see for yourself whether I'm alone?"
It was a simple sentence, blunt and confrontational, without the slightest trace of politeness.
The middle-aged man beneath the willow tree immediately darkened.
A burst of suppressed anger surged through his heart as he cursed inwardly, Damn it, what kind of attitude is that little girl showing?
As an external steward of the Profound Nether Sect, he traveled far and wide. Whether ordinary Soul Masters or descendants of noble families, who did not treat him courteously and yield him some respect?
Yet today, when he had taken the initiative to strike up a friendly conversation, he had been coldly rebuffed by a little girl who looked barely twelve or thirteen!
Rage churned in his chest.
But he was well versed in judging people and did not dare act recklessly within Shrek territory, so he could only forcibly suppress his anger.
Before long, a polite smile returned to his face, and he slowly