The roar exploded, echoing in the abandoned temple.
The expected scenario of bowing and begging for mercy did not happen; Tao Han was momentarily frozen, feeling the black shadow behind him quietly watching him.
Tao Han was furious.
Before he could turn his head.
A calm voice came through.
"Young Master Tao."
Tao Han turned around upon hearing the voice, his furious pupils contracted slightly, and a hint of confusion appeared on his face.
"Who are you?!"
Facing the completely unfamiliar figure, Tao Han's tone was filled with hostility. The person behind him was not any of his guards; at this moment, the person seemed extremely calm, like a passerby who had taken refuge from the rain in the abandoned temple.
The man ignored him, his gaze swept through the abandoned temple, landing on the unconscious girl at Tao Han's feet. A trace of disturbance finally appeared in his calm eyes.
That was killing intent.
