Though lush grass, Yun Luofeng saw a fair-skinned baby face.
It was a white-clad young man about fifteen or sixteen years old. His eyes were as bright as the starry sky, and his handsome and cute face looked harmless. He was tall and leggy, with perfect proportions and long silvery hair, which was particularly alluring under the blue sky.
If the young man appeared elsewhere, perhaps no one would notice him.
However, this was the secret realm of the Witchcraft Tribe! It was very dangerous! Anyone appearing in this place could not be an ordinary person!
Yun Luofeng's heart sank when she sensed the surging aura around Ji Jiutian.
"I felt someone come into this fantasy land, but I didn't expect it would be you, Ji Jiutian!"
There was a bright smile on the young man's fair face. His eyes were still innocent and his voice remained soft and harmless.
"Little Feng'er."
