Just when everyone thought Yue Jinghua would fall into the sea helplessly.
A cyan light appeared next to her.
Within the cyan light, the figure of a man appeared.
He was a stranger, none of the people beside Yue Jinghua had ever seen him before.
The chilly sea breeze lifted his ankle-length hair, and the cyan robe adorned with mysterious and ancient magic patterns was extraordinarily splendid.
The onlookers couldn't see the man's exact features from afar, but even from a great distance, they could feel the mysterious and astonishingly powerful Dark Power emanating from the man in cyan.
Who is he?
The same question crossed everyone's mind.
Only Qian Luo keenly sensed a certain aura.
From the suddenly appearing man, she detected a Summoner's power similar to Yue Jinghua's, yet far stronger than their master's.
The man stood in mid-air, reached out with his long arm, and embraced Yue Jinghua in his arms.
This was the first time Yue Jinghua felt the warmth of Qing Pu.
