Everyone around Li Sui grew tense. A horn rang out in the distance as more soldiers gathered toward them. Everyone started to prepare their trump cards.0

A playful, androgynous voice cut in. “Oh, stop it, all of you.”0

The atmosphere gradually calmed down. The crowd parted, and Li Sui saw a man step forward. He had a round face, appeared to be in his thirties, and was dressed in green silk.0

He looked at the injured Li Sui, twirling a strand of hair by his left temple with his finger. “A Black Taisui Strayed One? Oh my, how interesting. You speak so fluently. It’s been a thousand years since I’ve seen something like this.”0

Although he looked like a man, there was...0