Moonlight shone on the mountaintop.
A chill lay within the stillness.
February weather was cold to begin with.
Although cultivators had no fear of such cold, the bleak wind could still inspire a sense of awe.
When a man in white suddenly appeared in weather like this, anyone would remain somewhat wary.
Zhuo Qingcheng studied the man, especially his injuries.
They did not look at all like wounds inflicted by an ordinary person.
"Fellow Daoist, our group has important business to attend to. This isn't a convenient time," she said, refusing him.
Hearing this, the Man in White smiled. "The Wuyun Sect's trip to the Ancient Sects to expand recruitment? I actually think you need me to warm myself by your fire even more. Although I don't know these sects very well, I can offer you a few suggestions."
Everyone was startled by his words.
Especially Jiang Man.
He had taken this route precisely to avoid anyone with ulterior motives.
Now it seemed he had not avoided this particular interested party at all.
They had barely come down and lit a fire before the man arrived.
Clearly, their movements had never escaped his notice from the outset.
"Who might you be, Fellow Daoist?" Zhuo Qingcheng suppressed her astonishment and continued, "How are you so certain we're the recruitment party?" The Man in White smiled. "My surname is Bai. As for why I ran into you, I believe it was fate."
With that, he looked at Jiang Man. "May I warm myself by the fire, then?"
Jiang Man's heart jolted when the man's gaze settled on him.
Surname Bai?
One of Peak Master Bai's people?
It didn't seem like it.
The man had an extraordinary bearing, as though he understood everything.
Even the route Teacher Ji had planned for him had