His long hair was pitch-black and coarse as withered straw, caked with filth and obscuring the man within the stele's face. Yet through the gaps, a pair of eyes looked at Yang An, seemingly filled with exhaustion and despair, utterly devoid of light.
Yang An had blurted out Huan's identity because he had immediately seen the shattered mask embedded in the stone stele and instinctively cried out.
As the first World Mender Yang An had encountered in the deep world of Xian Source Land, Huan had left an exceptionally profound impression on him.
And upon hearing Yang An's voice, the man in the stele had immediately acknowledged the identity of Huan.
He really was Huan! One of the World Menders from the Earth Celestial Dao Sect!
Why had he appeared here? And why had he become like this?
Realizing that calling out Huan's name had exposed information he should not have known for no reason, Yang An instinctively took a step back.
If he had initially believed that the Great Demon of the ghostly path within Earth Demon Cliff was merely an ordinary ghostly path creature, he would not have felt much.
But now that he knew this fellow was actually Huan, Yang An could not help being startled, though he felt even more guarded.
Huan was very strong. As one of the Earth Celestial Dao Sect's World Menders, he stood on the same level as He. Yang An had to treat him cautiously.
"I have seen you. No, to be precise, I have seen that mask."
Facing Huan's questioning as he raised his head, Yang An slowly replied.
"In a portrait from Central Continent. It recorded that you had once belonged to the Earth Celestial Dao Sect."
The portrait was naturally a fabrication. At a time like this, he