Cui Chonghe stared at it, feeling he had encountered trouble. The great environment of heaven and earth changes daily, and the stranger the encounter, the more dangerous it is.
The tattered armor emitted wisps of white mist, patching up its missing parts. A faint human form gathered, as if someone stood there in armor.
"It's rare, even in prosperous times, to cultivate such an exceptional Daoist body with such talent and beauty," the humanoid shape in the armor nodded in praise.
"What advice do you have to offer?" Cui Chonghe asked warily, ready to fight at any moment.
The white mist fluttered, emitting a voice: "I returned from the Night Ruins, nearing my homeland, and was compelled to speak upon seeing someone with outstanding talent."
Then it let out a soft exclamation and said, "You seem to have some issues."
