He emerged from the fog.
From blurry to clear, the thudding footsteps echoed in Li Shiran and Duan Zhenliu's hearts like sledgehamers.
Before even approaching, the two felt as if thunderstruck, and a chill rushed up from their tailbones to their Heavenly Spirits.
A subtle yet powerful ghostly aura spread along the ground, enveloping the entire long street.
Duan Zhenliu clenched his teeth tightly; as he watched the approaching figure, his large hand firmly grasped the golden battle axe behind him, not daring to strike for a long time.
A strong and evil gaze fixated dead on him in various places.
"Hehe, didn't think I'd catch two big fish today, so elated I am that two disciples of Heavenly Star Sect have come to this small Yang City."
"I, Black Jade Bone, have seen you two, Fellow Taoists."
The black-robed ghost wandered its gaze between the two, and seemingly recalling something, finally settled on Li Shiran.
