"Luo Ri, it's good to see you well."
A middle-aged man with striking golden hair approached where Luo Ri was seated with his family. His smile was amicable, and his presence exuded an approachable aura—the complete opposite of Luo Ri's imposing demeanor. He extended his hand toward Luo Ri for a handshake.
"Jia Ai, I hope you and your family are doing well," Luo Ri replied, gripping the man's hand firmly.
Jia Ai didn't let his attention linger on Luo Ri for long. After the greeting, his gaze shifted to Luo Li. His polite smile didn't betray any hint of disgust—though Luo Li, with her sharp instincts, noticed a barely perceptible twinge of disgust in his expression.
The stronger the Hunter, the higher their resistance to curses. Besides, her mask not only concealed the ghost bride tattoo but also partially suppressed its effects. It wasn't just an ordinary mask, but a contaminated object.