"Yuhan! Yuhan! Are you inside?"
The morning air was still fresh when Igaris, seated in a meditative posture, had his concentration broken by a familiar yet distant voice.
He opened his eyes with a quiet sigh and stepped outside.
There, in front of the old wooden house, stood a young man dressed in a crisp blue robe. His long purple hair flowed behind him, and his smile was both warm and striking. He had the kind of face that made people believe he was born for greatness — handsome and brimming with a natural heroic aura.
He was Bai Long, Yuhan's other close friend beside Xiao Mei. A genuine Martial Warrior, and more importantly, someone who likely knew Yuhan well enough to sense anything strange.
Tricking him would not be easy.
Bai Long was already chatting casually with the old man, laughter filling the air like they'd done this a thousand times.
"Xiao Han, your friend is here. What are you doing standing there?" the old man called out to Igaris with a smile.
