Saving The Beauty

The white-robed figure who had just appeared was none other than Xiao Ming, drawn to the commotion that had erupted moments ago.

His presence was as enigmatic as the mist-shrouded peaks of a distant mountain, and his arrival left Han Jie and Luo Feng utterly stunned.

They exchanged uneasy glances, their expressions a mix of confusion and wariness.

Despite their attempts to probe his cultivation realm using spirit-prying techniques, they found themselves unable to pierce through the veil of mystery surrounding him.

His aura was blurry, as though it existed in a realm beyond their comprehension.

From their perspective, it wouldn't have been surprising if Xiao Ming had turned out to be a powerhouse, a hidden expert cloaked in humility.

Yet, there was something peculiar about him—he lacked the telltale Houtian breath, the hallmark of a cultivator who had transcended the mortal realm.