Judging roughly from his appearance, he is probably around 30 years old.

About the same age as Ning Fan.

The man had half-long hair that reached over his ears and his skin was delicate and smooth.

To be honest, Ning Fan had hardly ever seen anyone with this kind of skin texture.

Regardless of gender.

Even people of noble birth in the lower city cannot maintain their skin's softness due to the environment there.

So, from a certain perspective, it is actually very easy to distinguish between people in the upper city and people in the lower city.

"Don't be shy, come and sit down."

In front of the man was a wooden table with a steaming cup of tea on it.

Ning Fan, who was at a distance, could even smell the lingering fragrance of tea.

When the man looked at Ning Fan, a gentle and elegant smile appeared on his delicate face.

Ning Fan is a rational person.

But for some reason, after seeing this smile, I can't help but relax my guard towards him and develop trust in him.

Ning Fan could realize that this feeling was very dangerous.

However, he was not overly cautious.

If you were going to die, you would have died earlier.

Perhaps because he had truly experienced the feeling of death, Ning Fan's character was strengthened again at this moment.

"What's your name?"

Ning Fan walked forward and said calmly, "I only know that your last name should be Li."

His attitude actually surprised the man.

"You almost died just now."

"Well, you said it too, almost."

Ning Fan sat in front of the man: "Isn't he still alive?"

"hehe."

The man laughed.

He seemed very satisfied with Ning Fan's reaction.

"My name is Li Tiandao."