Tap, tap, tap—
The sound of boots striking the ground echoed unevenly.
"It seems I've come at an inconvenient time, interrupting your private moments."
Under the somber overcast, the man donned a perfectly tailored smoky blue suit. His gentle face bore a soft smile, yet the amusement in his black eyes did not reach their depths. Though his voice sounded extremely gentle, it conveyed an innate sense of indifference.
Ruan Li did not recall ever meeting this person.
Xi Han also sensed something off, as he reached out to protect Ruan Li behind him, speaking coldly, "Who are you?"
He suddenly realized that the man before him had no trace of a Beastman's aura, nor the presence of a living being.
His breathing rate through the nose was too uniform, ten times per minute.
Xi Han lowered his voice to Ruan Li, "This person is neither a Beastman nor a human..."
