"Shen Luo?"
Gao Ming sensed a vague ominous feeling, yet he couldn't pinpoint where this unease originated: "Could it be Fate's scrutiny?"
"You're back, that's all that matters!" The young man bound by a cursed chain was too agitated, speaking incoherently, "During the time you were away, those unspeakable existences killed many, ghosts and players alike—they spared no one. They're like a pack of crazed beasts!"
"Then why did they spare you?" Gao Ming furrowed his brow. When he traced the Savior's memory, the place where the Savior's shrine should have been was imprisoning a person.
He was not a ghost, seemingly without special powers, yet was treated differently by the unspeakables of other Blood Cities.
"Did you betray Xinhu, allowing other Blood Cities to poison your fate to corrupt and affect the Savior?" Gao Ming speculated from the worst angle, causing the young man to almost cry. He was so wronged that his voice choked.
