Yueliang, who had been sitting steadily on Jiandan's shoulder, pressed flat against it the moment this handsome male cultivator appeared, every hair on its body standing on end as if it held the utmost wariness toward him.
As Jiandan answered the man's question, her mind raced through a dozen possibilities. This male cultivator kept asking whether she was a human cultivator, which meant he certainly was not one himself.
Yet the aura about him was so completely restrained that she could detect not a trace of it. Though anxious inside, she maintained a calm exterior on the surface. There was no alternative; since he was far stronger than she, rather than trembling with panic, it was better to remain poised. She refused to believe her luck could be this terrible.
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