Lu Shuangshuang looked toward the voice and saw a handsome man's face. He wore dark green robes, their hem adorned with ink-black bamboo that lent a touch of color to his refined elegance.
Although the man before her held a folding fan, Lu Shuangshuang was certain he had just used a sword. At that thought, her gaze dipped slightly, and sure enough, she spotted the sword at his waist.
She had to admit that his sword seemed to possess the same refined elegance as its owner.
"Fellow Daoist?"
Only then did Lu Shuangshuang come back to her senses.
Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but inwardly she chided herself. How could I get so distracted just looking at someone? At a time like this, what am I even thinking?
With that thought, the gaze she turned on the man became much more composed.
Lu Shuangshuang quickly rose and bowed to the man with her hands clasped. "I am Lu Shuangshuang. Thank you for saving me, fellow Daoist. If you ever need help in the future, you may come find me at the Lu Residence. I will always be at your service."
Seeing Lu Shuangshuang turn to leave, the man's mouth twitched. Why was it so difficult for him to ask a question?
Having finally found a living soul, he did not want to let her slip away. He hurried after her for a couple of steps. "Please wait, fellow Daoist."
Lu Shuangshuang turned back in confusion.
"I wanted to ask whether you have seen a male cultivator dressed in black, with a sword always in hand and his hair tied in a high ponytail."
Lu Shuangshuang shook her head. "Since entering this secret realm, I haven't seen anyone except someone who wanted to hunt me down and kill me."
The man