At the sound of Zeng Mu's voice, the figure in the tree suddenly moved and vanished from the treetop. Even though Yenaier and Victor had not blinked, they could not see where he had gone. A sudden chill crept up their backs, and when they turned around, they found him standing coldly before them.
He had fair skin, sharply defined features, waves of hair like a roaring surge, and a figure as straight as a pine. Yet his presence had nothing to do with any of those things. He seemed ethereal and elusive, like a phantom projected before their eyes, making his age impossible to guess.
His first impression was not particularly good. Yenaier felt that he was not human, but some sort of ghost.
Of course, she was not the kind of woman who screamed at the sight of ghosts. Quite the opposite-she would draw her sword and slash at them. Right now, if this ghostlike stranger made even the slightest suspicious movement, she would immediately draw the Black Blade at her waist and strike.
Naturally, he noticed what she was thinking. He spoke at once, breaking the tension. "Please don't get worked up, miss. I mean you no harm."
The familiar voice reached their ears. It belonged to the Beast Claw Collector, who had vanished into the rainy night when they last parted.
"So it really is you. What a surprise."
The Beast Claw Collector tilted his head toward Zeng Mu. "Is it really a surprise? You'd already guessed who I was before we met, hadn't you?"
"That was only a guess. Of course I'm still surprised to see you again."
"Your expression says otherwise."
Their conversation left Yenaier somewhat confused. A little calmer now, she relaxed her fingers and let her hand drop beside her waist, interrupting