Lu Lin had been focusing on Wang Chou's condition and didn't have time to release his Spiritual Strength to observe the surroundings.
He turned around to see a sword-browed, starry-eyed young man with a commanding presence, dressed in white, with a gleaming precious sword at his waist, walking towards them.
"Hmm?"
Lu Lin released his Spiritual Strength, but a trace of confusion appeared on his face.
It wasn't that he couldn't perceive this person's presence.
But in his Perception, the handsome young man in front of him was not a human at all.
His face was calm and handsome, yet the aura around him was chaotic and violent.
Even though there was no peculiar smell on him, Lu Lin felt as if this young man had walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
"Who are you?"
Lu Lin asked.
"Hehe, I am Guan Qiao."
