"The person you were waiting for?"
When he saw the cold gleam in Dragon Team Leader's eyes, Lu Xin froze for a moment.
Only then did he understand. The person he had been waiting for was that thing that had just arrived?
The reason he looked so pleased with himself was that the purpose of telling Lu Xin about this matter had been to deliberately stall for time?
This guy hadn't discovered that he couldn't beat Lu Xin and then, worried that Lu Xin would kill him immediately without distinguishing right from wrong, deliberately brought up a topic Lu Xin was interested in—partly to probe his identity and partly to stall for time?
This was simply...
...Why did these people have so many schemes?
Feeling helpless at having been toyed with, Lu Xin turned to look north.
At the far end of the tangled mental forces stretching toward him, even the Crimson Moon's light had been affected, forming wisps of chaotic turbulence. Beneath that mass of turbulence, the air flickered and jumped like an image with unstable information.
Once his vision finally stabilized, Lu Xin saw a black-robed figure drifting over the northern wilderness.
The figure was extremely thin and extremely tall, at least three meters high.
It wore an enormously oversized black robe, with a hood covering its head.
Because the robe nearly enveloped its entire body, its face could not be seen. Its hands and feet were invisible as well. Only by looking at the black cloak could one tell that its true form was probably a bizarre, thin, tall humanoid.
But the strangest thing was that although the figure's appearance could not be seen, several pale faces could vaguely be seen poking out from beneath its hood, from its enormous sleeves, and even from the folds