Qin Yi heard the voice and looked over, narrowing his eyes slightly with a hint of surprise.
The speaker was dressed in a gray outfit, young, handsome with a trace of roguish charm. His sleeves were rolled up, one hand holding a roasted leg of lamb, and the other gripping a gleaming dagger, slicing the meat into pieces and tossing them into his mouth, as he looked mockingly at Qin Yi in the air.
This person was younger than Mo Wuji, yet his cultivation was comparable to Mo Wuji's.
Mo Wuji was the most outstanding young individual Qin Yi had seen, apart from himself, but overall, this person was even better than Mo Wuji.
"You're the one who called me, right?" Qin Yi asked with a smile. Though the person who called had a hoarse and unpleasant voice, he could recognize it was this person from the cadence.
"Amazing, you could even figure that out."
Qin Yi gave a faint smile, "What should I call you?"
"Su Zhantian."
"Zhantian? That's a pretty awe-inspiring name."
