"Who are you?" A thought stirred in Qin Li's mind. He immediately sensed that there was more to Hu's situation than met the eye. It was clear from Hu's wounds that he hadn't been injured for just a day or two. The sudden appearance of this man, in particular, made Qin Li think, 'This... this seems to be a trap, and they're waiting for me to walk right into it!'
As he watched the confident man float gracefully toward him, Qin Li's gaze grew profound and icy. 'Is this really a trap?' he wondered. 'Unfortunately for them, it remains to be seen who will be the one caught in it!'
The newcomer was a middle-aged man of about forty with a handlebar mustache, a square jaw, a high-bridged nose, and a wide mouth. His eyes were bright and sharp, glinting with a shrewd light. He wore a navy-blue long robe and carried an ancient longsword on his back. He had the dignified air of a seasoned master, and though his steps seemed slow, his pace was surprisingly fast.
