"Who are you..." The mysterious old man raised his head in astonishment, looking at the person who had suddenly appeared, his voice cutting off abruptly.
The newcomer was dressed in simple black combat attire, his dark hair secured with a cloth band. His sharp-angled face betrayed no emotion, and a pair of hawk-like eyes stared coldly at the old man, radiating an icy chill that made one's blood run cold. In one hand, he held a pitch-black Tang Dao, a wisp of dark vapor still lingering on the blade—clearly the aftermath of a fierce battle.
The mysterious fighter paid no heed to the old man's stunned gaze. Instead, he turned slightly to shield Qin Zhizhi behind him, demanding in a deep voice, "Are you alright?"
Chapter 127