A strange curve tugged at the Black-Robed Man's pale lips. His pitch-black pupils lingered on Lin Langtian for a moment, then swept over Yin Ruoshui behind him, before finally settling back on Lin Langtian. As if sensing something, his eyes narrowed slightly.
"Interesting," he said in a hoarse voice, like dead leaves scraping together, carrying a chill that seeped into the bones.
"You have... a somewhat familiar aura about you."
Lin Langtian's eyes narrowed slightly. He shifted to shield Yin Ruoshui a little behind him, his expression unchanged, and said calmly, "Who are you? Why are you here?"
The Black-Robed Man did not answer directly. Instead, he slowly raised one withered hand and pointed toward a fork in the depths of the passage. "Who I am is not important. What matters is whether you can make it to the end and find what you want."
As he spoke, those black pupils without any whites remained locked on Lin Langtian the entire time, as though he wanted to see straight through him.
And Lin Langtian was also sizing him up in secret.
That familiar yet unfamiliar aura... there was no mistake.
It was the Evil Energy unique to the Outer Realm Evil Race!
Lin Langtian's heart tightened slightly.
Back when he was on the Heavenly Profound Continent, he had wiped out the entire Evil Demon race, and besides possessing Spiritual Power, he had also mastered the power of Evil Energy. Because of that, he was all too familiar with the aura of the Outer Realm Evil Race.
Although the Black-Robed Man before him was doing his utmost to suppress it, and had even used some kind of secret art to conceal it, that evil fluctuation originating from the depths of his soul could not escape Lin Langtian's perception.
What made Lin