With a hint of confusion, Ye Yinzhu glanced at Zi, who was still in cultivation next to him, before he got off the bed and opened the room's door. What met his eyes was a young girl. Her body was covered by a pink robe, shielding her from the outside chill, her black hair mostly hidden within the robe, and her bright, dark eyes sparkling as if they had seen a gemstone, similar to how the Dragon Clan would. While she was not as beautiful as Haiyang or Xiang Luan, there was an air of heroic spirit between her brows that they did not possess. Ye Yinzhu could be certain that he had never seen this girl before.
"Who are you? How did you get in here?" Ye Yinzhu frowned and asked. After all, the room he and Zi were using for cultivation was guarded by at least thirty skilled members of the Elf Tribe. Yet, there had been no sound of a struggle outside when this girl arrived.