"Reincarnator?"
Just that one sentence made Hu Ma's heart instantly sink.
No matter what, before actually seeing this person, he had always harbored some hope, but all that anticipation and hope vanished the moment he heard the other person's words.
He walked slowly into the main hall, step by step, his footsteps heavy.
At this point, there's no rush to say anything. If a fierce battle is inevitable, then as a Shousui, every step I take into the main hall is an advantage. Even if the other person has something set up, I have to get closer.
Distance itself was the advantage of a Shousui man.
With each step into the main hall, his eyes slowly observed.
He saw the man in a spotless white robe, possessing an ethereal cleanliness amidst the dim and eerie City of the Dead.
