An Jin's gaze fell on the Demon Beast corpses that had been instantly slaughtered before her, the surprise in her eyes fading.
Discreetly retracting the blade of energy in her hand, she reached up to wipe away the black blood splattered on her face. She couldn't get it clean; the torrential downpour smeared it until her face was a mess.
'This man…'
An Jin's gaze fell upon him. The man was completely covered by his clothes, even his long, slender neck meticulously hidden, as if he were afraid of anyone seeing a single inch of his skin.
Only the tips of his fingers peeked out from beneath the wide Charming Purple Cloak. They were long and coolly pale, looking as if they were bathed in moonlight—utterly beautiful.
This inexplicably ascetic and sacred aesthetic was completely out of place in the primitive, rugged Beast World.
'System, are there any other transmigrators here? Say, someone from a Cultivation World?' The untimely thought suddenly popped into An Jin's head.
