The next instant—
A figure suddenly appeared beside Dongfang Haoyue.
He appeared without the slightest warning on the highest branch of the Profound Spear Willow, standing side by side with Dongfang Haoyue.
His black clothes hung motionless in the wind, his face cold and stern, his features as if cut by blade and chisel, giving no hint of emotion, yet the corners of his mouth carried a faint smile.
In his hand he held a black saber, the blade as dark as ink, without the slightest gleam of light, yet exuding a chilling aura that made one's heart tremble.
When the black clothed Men's gazes fell on that face, their hearts jolted violently.
They recognized his identity at a glance—
Qin Tian
