Your identity

  After an overly quiet atmosphere, the "come" man finally spoke up, using Wang's tone to command her.

  Xuan Xian didn't take a step back, although she was afraid, but she wouldn't listen to this guy's words, because her intuition told herself that she disliked him, especially when looking at his very unreal eyes.

  "Do I need to carry you over myself?" The man suddenly smiled, but his smile was tinged with a hint of disdain, he was about to lose his patience.

  Reluctantly, she finally took a step forward, now she was just a sheep that had fallen into the wolf's den, unable to escape, only to be eaten or bitten to death.

  She knew she was beat, from the moment she agreed to come here, this was always going to be the outcome.

  The man raised his eyes to look at Xuan Shiyan, who was already walking in front of him. A flash of surprise and admiration flickered across his face. Indeed, the people of the Xuan clan were not ordinary-looking; they were as dazzling as a sun god. "Heh heh," he suddenly laughed sarcastically, which startled Xuan Shiyan. Was this person crazy? Didn't he know that laughing like that would only make his face, covered in curse marks, look even more ferocious and frightening?

  "What's wrong, do you think this king's face is very ugly?" The man saw Xuan Yueran turn his head away and smiled coldly, his words full of sarcasm.

  "I can't save you" Xuan Yan finally spoke up, once again focusing his gaze on the pitiful yet hateful man in front of him. His eyes had lost some of their fear and gained a hint of seriousness. "I don't have any special abilities. As a king, you must be able to sense that I possess an aura that doesn't belong to this world. So, it's all been a waste of effort for you to go through so much trouble to find me."

  She made a decisive judgment about her own identity, but the white-haired man disagreed. "I know you're from a different time and space, but I'm afraid I have to tell you something," he said, suddenly reaching out and grasping the girl's wrist tightly, ignoring her struggles. His eyes turned cold and dark as he continued, "You are a descendant of the Xuan clan, the family that killed King Ails I, and also the cursed clan. You're not... " The man sneered with a smile, "Xuan Shiyan, this is your full name, isn't it?"