"Oh?" Sun Hang raised an eyebrow. "Finally, some new developments?"
But before he could respond, the hunter passed straight through Sun Hang like a ghost.
Sun Hang turned around, only to discover that another person was standing behind him.
But this person was not a hunter. He was dressed like a backpacker—an egg-yellow hard-shell hiking jacket with conspicuous reflective strips, a large hiking pack on his back, and what looked like a very high-end trekking pole in his hand.
The backpacker's features looked extremely blurry to Sun Hang, as though a piece of the memory here was missing... Yet for some reason, although Sun Hang could not make out his face, he could still read the surprise on it.
A federally registered hunter who had passed the official assessment was begging a backpacker for help... No matter how he looked at it, the scene made no sense. Could this backpacker actually be some hidden master?
The next second, a stone the size of a bowl flew out of the main hall, smashing the pleading hunter's head apart. Then, without losing any momentum, it pierced through the backpacker's chest as well.
The backpacker lowered his head in disbelief and looked at the bloody, mangled hole in his chest. His body swayed once before he fell stiffly to the ground.
The hidden master had been instantly killed in one move?
No... that was not right!
Sun Hang's breathing quickened slightly. He felt as though he had grasped the key to the problem.
This segment of memory did not belong to him at all. In his own memories, he had never seen those Anomaly Hunters run out of the main hall, nor had he seen the backpacker get killed by a stone...
This belonged to Longyanlei—or rather, to Longyan Temple itself!
This was