"Calling others pitiful, I'm afraid you are even more miserable—"
Abruptly, a strange voice sounded beside Saint Wuji.
"Who?"
Saint Wuji's face changed drastically, his incredibly powerful Demon Sense spread wildly, yet he detected no one.
However, just at that moment, the space not far in front of him slightly distorted, and then, a youth dressed in a green immortal robe appeared before him.
This person was tall, with a bronze complexion. His masculine face exuded sharply defined, cold handsomeness. His thick eyebrows dived into his temples, subtly conveying a domineering and ruthless aura. His eyes were like stars, with a weird light restrained within them. Those pitch-black pupils seemed to contain a mysterious meaning. The bridge of his nose was towering, enhancing his cold handsomeness and charm. Floating in the air, his whole body radiated a divine and potent aura that seemed no less than Saint Wuji opposite him.
"Lv Zhong, it is you?"
