"Mr. Lin, you probably don't know that the Divine Temple has already put you on its kill list..." The shadowy man's voice was ethereal, sounding especially eerie in the endless darkness.
But before he could finish, Lin Shuguang interrupted impatiently. "That's it?"
Those two casually spoken words effortlessly shattered the air of mystery the shadowy man had created and ground it to dust.
The shadowy man froze on the spot and fell into a long silence.
For a moment, he thought he had said something wrong.
This was the Divine Temple's kill list!!!
A kill list that brought bloodshed every single time it appeared!
Yet this was Lin Shuguang's attitude as its target?
After a long while, he slowly spoke. "That is the Divine Temple's kill list... Mr. Lin, you may not know this, but over all these years, not a single person placed on that list has ever survived."
Lin Shuguang remained expressionless. "So, what the hell is it to you!"
"..." The shadowy man paused again before slowly saying, "We of [Nightmare] can lend you a hand."
Lin Shuguang glanced sidelong at him. "The condition."
"You join our [Nightmare], Mr. Lin." The shadowy man's voice was ethereal.
But as soon as he said this, the entire space fell silent.
In the space filled with boundless darkness, Lin Shuguang remained expressionless.
Not far from him, the shadowy man, by contrast, seemed utterly insubstantial.
"What do I get for joining your [Nightmare]?" Lin Shuguang asked slowly.
The shadowy man frowned. "Our [Nightmare] will take on the Divine Temple's pursuit for you. Isn't that enough?"
"Not enough."
Lin Shuguang gave only those two words in reply.
At once, the shadowy man found himself facing a pair of unfathomably deep, cold eyes.
Immediately afterward came an utterly unreasonable flash of saber light.