As the young man walked down, everyone finally got a clear look at him. Dressed in a green robe, he resembled an ancient scholar with long hair, but his face was thin and carried a somewhat sinister air.
"Who are you?" July raised his head, his gaze sharply fixed on the other.
"I am not someone you're qualified to know yet." The young man in the green robe responded indifferently, not bothering to hide the disdain in his tone.
Upon hearing his words, not only did July's face change immediately, but Zhuang Ziruo and the others also showed slight changes in their expressions, revealing a sense of alertness.
The rest of the people from Martial Arts World furrowed their brows as well.
