Lin Xi’s eyes shifted towards this Fiend Race archer who challenged him.

This was a long haired handsome youngster who was especially neat and tidy, giving off a feeling of almost being obsessed with cleanliness.

Every single strand of hair fell vertically in a supple manner. Even if his hair wasn’t bound, just allowed to fall behind his head, it still didn’t get messy in any way.

His skin looked like it had been washed several times, his fingernails trimmed extremely carefully. There wasn’t a trace of filth to be seen from the corners of his clothes.

An extremely refined, openwork light green longbow hung from behind him.

This young Fiend Race archer’s image completely matched the elven archer in Lin Xi’s imagination.

Following the other party’s gaze, Lin Xi’s eyes swept over the half bow case exposed behind him, understanding that this Fiend Race archer named Chi Mang should have guessed at his identity as an archer from this bow case. Moreover, it was likely that he felt a bit of dissatisfaction towards Chi Su talking in such friendly terms with him, feeling like a clansmen being too close to an outsider...