The moment Li Xuan entered the small stone hut, he saw what was within the purple glow at the depths of the hut's subterranean space.
The faint purple light was misty, enclosing a tiny chamber that resembled a small room. Originally, this space should have contained other items, but they were all gone now, leaving only a bed.
Moreover, the bed was somewhat battered, as if it had been violently smashed by someone.
A teenager in a purple robe was lying on the bed, seemingly asleep.
"Kid, stop pretending to sleep. Come, have some tea and a chat with me. You never know, I might just let you out if I'm in a good mood," Li Xuan said with a radiant smile.
But inwardly, he was secretly shocked; the teenager in the purple robe was somewhat inscrutable. The other party didn't seem to be a Martial Artist but some kind of special being.