Poof--
The white-haired figure threw the corpse in his hand onto the ground, and brilliant yellow radiance instantly swallowed the heaving remains.
The middle-aged man widened his eyes as he looked at the white-haired figure, seemingly wanting to say something. But his body had already stiffened in place, completely unresponsive.
Under the illumination of the yellow radiance, he seemed not to be entirely dead yet, but his vitality was still rapidly fading.
The white-haired figure, however, paid him no further attention. He merely raised his head and looked toward the staircase not far away, toward the figure slowly descending it.
It was a handsome young man dressed in simple casual clothes. He looked like a tourist who had accidentally wandered into a restricted area, cautiously taking in the surrounding scene and observing the Magic Formation flashing with yellow radiance.
The white-haired figure stared at the young man's face, lowering his head slightly as his eyes narrowed, as if recalling something.
"Is some special 'ritual' being held here?" He Ao swept his gaze over the yellow radiance on the ground and asked with a smile.
"Young man, I feel like I've seen you somewhere before." The white-haired figure looked at He Ao, his eyes narrowing slightly. "You look a lot like someone."
"Who?" He Ao smiled at him and stopped walking.
"The current dean of the Research Institute." The white-haired figure's eyes narrowed into slits as he stared at the young man before him. "He Ao!"
The moment he heard those words, the middle-aged man lying in the radiance widened his eyes even further, then completely breathed his last.
"That's not right." Upon hearing this, He Ao merely shook his head slightly.
This time, it was the white-haired figure who froze. He stared at He Ao and asked, half skeptical, "I