Zhang Yuan silently landed on the official road outside Changye County Town after spanning several dozen yards in a single leap.
The night sky was clear, with a crescent moon hanging high in the heavens, casting its cold brilliance upon the earth, illuminating the desolate fields.
The distant Chaotic Burial Mound was vaguely visible.
And a hundred paces in front of Zhang Yuan stood a person in white.
The man appeared to be in his early twenties, wearing a long robe, with a simple scholarly headscarf, his features delicate and refined, looking every bit the part of a weak scholar with no strength to truss a chicken.
But his face was deathly pale with dark circles under his eyes, his pupils filled with a dead silence.
Under the moonlight, there was not even a shadow!
Even at a distance of a hundred paces, Zhang Yuan could sense the sinister aura emanating from him.
The White-robed Scholar!
This was a powerful anomaly.
