"Hmm?"
Suddenly, in an instant of distraction, a face he had almost forgotten quietly surfaced in his mind.
At first, the face was somewhat blurry, but as Cang Huaimie strained to ponder, it became increasingly clear, matching Ye Xuan's current appearance.
"Body... the body possesses multiple supreme techniques... he is... he is...?"
Cang Huaimie whispered in a fright, but before he could finish his sentence, his entire being stiffened on the spot, and even his complexion turned pale as gold paper, lips and teeth trembling uncontrollably, as though he had remembered some extremely terrifying matter.
"Impossible!"
A full dozen breaths passed, and an unimaginable voice filled with shivering terror roared from Cang Huaimie's mouth, simply because he could not believe the truth he knew.
"No... no... absolutely impossible... he's dead... this man died tens of thousands of years ago...!"
