A shadowy figure silently landed on the wall, forming a pitch-black silhouette in the night.
A gentle breeze blew, causing the robe to sway slightly. Lin Yuan looked from afar and saw two figures in the garden.
One was a rough-looking horse-faced man, the other wore a floral mask.
When Ding Yu saw Lin Yuan arrive, his expression changed immediately.
But he couldn't help but show a hint of joy in his eyes.
He hoped the newcomer would be evenly matched with Chi Ziqin, allowing himself to seize the opportunity to escape from control.
Lin Yuan's gaze instantly fell on the person with the floral mask.
Judging from the other's demeanor, they indeed had some air of a master.
Even though they wore a mask, it was normal for some people to have peculiar hobbies.
The floral mask indeed had an imposing style when worn.
"I'll get one myself next time," Lin Yuan nodded slightly.
The profound aura emanating from the other made him feel somewhat threatened.
