"Your cultivation has improved."
The black fog dispersed, revealing the face of a young man.
If Qin Zhao were here, she would certainly recognize this person as Luo Han.
With profound facial features and a frivolous and enchanting aura, snow-white wrists adorned with a string of silver bells. As he moved slightly, the bells emitted an ethereal sound that inexplicably made one's heart tremble.
Luo Han sized up Qi Ling for a moment, with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.
He appeared as a youth, seemingly even younger than Qi Ling, yet between his brow and eyes, there was an oppressive aura belonging to a superior, his gaze carrying a sense of disdain.
This was the first time Qi Ling had seen the true face of the black fog.
Previously, whenever he saw him, he was a mass of black fog, or dressed in a cloak that hid his features.
Qi Ling was slightly surprised; he looked so young.
However, this must surely be an old demon, merely appearing young.
