Almost simultaneously, a voice came from behind them, interrupting Tian Sheng's words.
The group, taken aback, turned around to see a man in a black robe slowly approaching from the nearby wall. His face was grim, yet he still wore an inscrutable smile:
"Sorry, I do appreciate your efforts in this process, and it pains me to let your hard work go to waste, but if I let you continue like this, my own efforts will be for naught. Oh, no, thanks to that damned Fairy over there, it should be said that it has already gone to waste."
Strangely enough, despite being alone, his words were filled with disdain for the two humans and the fairy before him.
Unlike the black-robed men Bai Jingxuan had encountered before, this man not only spoke with an unpleasant sense of superiority, but his black robe was also not of ordinary design. It was outlined with strange, sinister patterns in golden thread, making those who looked at it feel uneasy.