Damn it, can you stop looking at me like that?
It's like I'm a fish already in the pot!
"In that case, you can have him. I withdraw!" After hearing Wan'Er's words, the man shrouded in purple mist pondered for a moment. He waved his hand and took a step back. The purple mist around him instantly receded, revealing his true appearance: a remarkably handsome, middle-aged man. He had sharp brows and piercing eyes, and his expression was full of righteousness. His posture was tall and straight, and the purple robe he wore suited him perfectly.
Zhou Fan's eyes narrowed. He was sure he didn't know this man.
'But why do I have this feeling of familiarity?'
The three of them had no time to spare for Zhou Fan's thoughts. With the middle-aged man's sudden withdrawal, Wan'Er and the black-robed man had become direct rivals, competitors for the right to claim Zhou Fan.
