The man in the blue robe stood tall, exuding an aura of dominance. His headpiece, resembling jade but not quite, shimmered with a faint glow, adding to his otherworldly presence.
Ming Qin, feeling utterly outmatched, stammered, "W-Who are you?!"
The blue-robed man turned slightly, his face obscured by a mysterious fog. His voice dripped with disdain. "A mere mortal like you isn't worthy of speaking to me."
Ming Qin froze, his eyes widening in shock.
He couldn't see the blue-robed man's face--it was as if a veil of mist obscured it, concealing his features completely. Realizing the terrifying power gap between them, he stepped back, his heart pounding. This man could likely crush him effortlessly with a mere flick of his finger.
"Sir... uh, please... feel free," Ming Qin stammered, his tongue tangled as he took several steps backward.