This man wore black clothes, had a tall and graceful figure, jet black long hair that hung loosely on his shoulders, skin that was crystalline and fair, and his face was angular as if it was carved and chiseled into form. He was extremely handsome.

Especially his eyes, they were like an eternal veil of night that gave others a tranquil, ancient, and indifferent feeling.

He didn’t possess a world shocking imposing aura, and his aura was extremely flat and ordinary. Moreover, his entire body was suffused with an aura of returning to simplicity like the Grand Dao.

Chen Xi remembered him, and Chen Xi had a very deep impression of him. It was during the Treasure Exhibition. Chen Xi had chosen a Goldwave Rock from a stall, but he’d sold it off to this black clothed man right after that.

Chen Xi had never imagined that he would actually encounter this man again now in the boundless starry sky.

Moreover, the man seemed to be in a slightly sorry state and seemed to be avoiding something.

“Fellow Daoist recognizes me?” The black clothed man acutely noticed the change in Chen Xi’s expression, and he couldn’t help but be stunned. A strange dark ripple suddenly arose in his eyes, and it was like the eternal veil of night was reflected within his eyes.

After that, his eyes lit up as he...