Deep in the ruins of the great hall, a gray-robed silhouette sat quietly, as if immovable. When Mu Chen saw this shadow, his eyes suddenly narrowed.
This was because he found that the gray-robed silhouette was not the same as the skeleton he had seen before. A wizened face could still be seen under those robes, but Mu Chen could not feel a trace of life from his body.
Dust had gathered on the gray-robed figure. Although he vaguely perceived that there seemed to be Meteorfall gas contained within this body, he also sensed an aura of danger.
It was a rather eerie occurrence that a person could retain his form for thousands of years after his fall.
Mu Chen's gaze flickered. He did not step further into the hall, but instead began to cautiously retreat. The Meteorfall Battlefield was full of deadly crises, and if he was not careful, he would end up being buried in this place, too. Mu Chen was not willing to perish here, just because he wanted to obtain some Meteorfall Alchemy.
