Lu Yao's pupils suddenly contracted, and her expression became incomparably cold. Behind her, the true form of the Kun Roc roared and surged, echoing across the Nine Heavens.
"Who are you? Why are you here?"
Her tone contained a bone-chilling killing intent, instantly turning the mountain peak into an eternal ice cellar, capable of freezing even the Divine Soul.
The man slowly turned around, revealing a youthful and gentle face. However, his tall stature, the broad golden robe, and the inherent dignity exuding from him instilled a fear that emerged from the depths of one's bloodline and soul.
He looked at Lu Yao standing before him, his face growing gentler as he spoke slowly, "Little Junior Sister, you may call me Senior Brother."
