Wang Yan turned around and saw a figure shrouded in white fog from head to toe.
He said to the other party, "Don't worry, I've cleared the area for ten miles around, no one will see you. You don't have to keep concealing yourself with Daoist magic, needlessly draining your Primordial Spirit."
The person in front of Wang Yan was still enveloped in white fog, and with the night wind blowing, the white mist undulated like flames, exuding an endless sense of mystery.
The White Shadow Man responded to Wang Yan's words with an icy tone, "Cut the chatter, I've brought 'him' here, let's just get started."
While speaking, the White Shadow Man, wrapped in fog, turned and left, vanishing with just a flash.
Wang Yan smiled, his curiosity intensifying. He was genuinely curious about the other's identity, but since the person was clearly unwilling to reveal it, he could only move swiftly to follow.
