"Wait a moment!"
Just as Shi Feng had killed the old Alchemy Master from the Tiankun Sect and returned to the street, before his White Tiger could take a few steps, a pleasing voice like silver bells suddenly rang out. Then Shi Feng saw a person, clad in white that eclipsed the snow, black ribbons binding his long black hair, his face as handsome as jade, standing in front of him and the White Tiger, blocking their way!
Could this actually be a man? Staring at the face, beautiful as a demon, fair and delicate, exquisitely perfect, more handsome than a woman's, and recalling the pleasant voice like that of silver bells, Shi Feng hadn't expected it to be a man—because from his neck, Shi Feng saw an Adam's apple and a flat chest.
It was hard to believe, there was actually a man in the world who was this beautiful. If this face were on a woman, it would be enough to overthrow states and cause calamity.
"Is there something you need?" Shi Feng asked.