From the top of a mountain where the cold peeled your skin and made your blood freeze, Meng Hao's aura cut through the cold itself, making the energies of nature become passive

His eyes full of mystery and wisdom meet yours, you feel...a great pressure but he doesn't seem to want to kill you

"Heh. I expected the first thing I would encounter would be some arrogant Cultivator, but you don't seem to be part of any sect and your clothes aren't from some peasant. I assume...you're part of some city or maybe...a noble?" or part of some clan?"