The man was about thirty years old, leisurely leaning against a cherry blossom tree, humming a tune Wen Jiaren had never heard before. He wore a white long robe and his foot tapped idly, looking quite content.
Who is that?
Wen Jiaren noticed the man's attire didn't seem like it belonged to this era; could it be related to this small world?
She approached cautiously, but didn't go too far forward. From this position, she should theoretically be able to see everything clearly, given that her Ninth Level Cultivation eyesight was unmatched.
Yet strangely, she couldn't make out the man's face, only vaguely sensing that it looked quite young.
Wen Jiaren grasped the Xuanling Feather tightly in her hand and called out to the man, "Senior."
Upon hearing her voice, the man stopped his humming and slowly turned his face entirely towards her.
