"Are you trying to die faster?" A mocking voice rang out behind him, laced with cruel amusement.
Yaochuan slowly turned his head and saw a young man in his twenties lounging casually atop a silver cloud. His unruly, dark blond hair framed his handsome, sun-kissed face. His bright, piercing red eyes seemed to bore into the soul of anyone who dared meet his gaze, while a sardonic smile played on his thin lips. A seemingly ordinary staff, radiating a menacing aura, rested lazily on his shoulder. He wore a light tunic adorned with cloud and lightning patterns.
