Jiang Fan's pupils trembled; there was actually a living creature on the battlefield?
Is he the one who has been plotting for thousands of years, using the "Heavenly Thunder Six Parts" as a trap from the shadows?
What exactly is he scheming?
"It's truly rare that you retained your memory,"
the skeleton looked down condescendingly at Jiang Fan:
"You must have a great cause and effect on you, but unfortunately, I am a mere remnant and cannot see through it."
Jiang Fan stared at him and snorted, "Who are you?"
Swoosh—
The space in front of Jiang Fan rippled like a lake stirred by the wind.
The white-robed skeleton suddenly materialized before him.
Those dark eye sockets were chilling to behold.
He spoke with a deep, grating voice:
"Who I am doesn't matter."
"What's important is how high your comprehension is."
Comprehension?
