The voice was soft, so ethereal it did not seem to have come from a throat.
Everyone in the cave heard it clearly, yet no one could find its source.
Almost instinctively, Lin Yi activated his Spirit Eyes and swept his gaze across the cave. Everything was normal—there were no traces of spiritual power fluctuations or concealed auras.
"Something's wrong, Little Flame!"
He whipped around. At the same time, everyone's gazes followed his and converged in that direction.
In the darkness beyond the reach of the campfire, a man had appeared at some unknown time.
He stood quietly beside Little Flame, one hand gently supporting the little fox's body while a soft glow radiated from his other palm, slowly sending something into Little Flame's body.
A warm pale gold illuminated Little Flame's crimson fur and reflected the man's black-gold robes patterned with clouds. His wide sleeves flowed like drifting clouds, and the fabric glimmered faintly in the firelight. Its quality was far beyond anything any tribe on the fringes of the Great Wilderness could produce.
He stood tall and straight, with features so handsome and refined that he did not seem like a man of the Great Wilderness. Between his brows was an innate nobility and aloofness.
What made Lin Yi's pupils constrict most was that the man floated in midair, his feet more than three inches above the ground.
"Who are you?!"
Lin Yi stepped forward, his blood and qi instantly tensing throughout his body.
Only then did the man seem to finally notice them, slowly raising his eyes.
His gaze first swept across the anxious village chief crouched beside Little Flame, then passed over Mang and several hunters before finally settling on Lin Yi.
With that single glance—
Boom!
The air throughout the cave seemed to be fiercely