Zhang Yan noticed that the green-clothed youth spoke as though he knew him well. His brows furrowed slightly as he took a closer look at the young man.
This youth had sharp features and a graceful appearance, clad in luxurious silken robes, with fair skin reminiscent of a maiden. He appeared to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, but his entire being was surrounded by a thin layer of green energy, akin to a film of oil, which lent him an air of malevolence.
Since embarking on his path of cultivation, Zhang Yan had never forgotten anyone he had met, even briefly. Yet he was certain he had never seen this person before. Studying him carefully, Zhang Yan found the youth's aura deep and unfathomable, his cultivation level completely indiscernible. Zhang Yan asked in a low voice, "Your Excellency, who are you?"
