"In my opinion, those who are said to be cursed are mostly victims of the Soul Transfer Spell. Besides the Demon General, there are no less than twenty disciples within the temple."
The sudden voice did not startle the two.
Turning around, they saw a plainly dressed man with a somewhat frail temperament, about forty or so, looking a bit disheveled, although trying hard to conceal his aura, it still seemed quite chaotic, as if he had been hurrying along for quite some time.
Beads of sweat covered his forehead, and his expression even carried a trace of lingering fear. Without a word, Yan Fengchun directly raised his hand and patted his shoulder, which to an outsider looked like an old friend expressing feelings after a long separation.
