"So you could stand up after all?"
"Then why didn't you stand up and talk sooner? I thought your injuries hadn't healed yet!"
Dao Qiongchang smiled.
After a long while, seeing that the man before him remained silent, the smile finally faded from his face, and he began to take the matter seriously.
"I wouldn't dare think of the dead."
"But someone who should be dead has already come back to life."
As he spoke, his gaze dropped to the famous sword Ghost Hunter at his neck. Without even blinking, he said, "Move it."
"What exactly are you trying to say?" Hua Changdeng narrowed his eyes, their sharpness hidden away, killing intent seemingly about to spill from them.
Dao Qiongchang sighed helplessly.
"Ba Zunan has come back to life."
His calm words echoed through the candlelit space behind the screen. In this place where not even the faintest breeze could be heard, the atmosphere became deathly still and terrifying.
Hua Changdeng said nothing.
He withdrew Ghost Hunter. With a whoosh, it vanished, and he fell back beneath the broken willow, returning to his feigned slumber.
"If you're bored and intend to amuse yourself with this kind of joke..."
"I'm not amusing myself."
Dao Qiongchang cut him off with a wave of his hand. A light screen appeared before them.
Upon it was the scene in Eight Palaces Town, where the masked man faced Gou Wuyue.
Below that large image were the feeds transmitted by four small crystal spheres from the battle at Eight Palaces Town in the Eastern Region. Four anxious-looking figures appeared within them.
They all seemed to be waiting for a response from headquarters.
Though none of them spoke, it was obvious that each was full of questions.
"Anyway, I can't make it out. You fought him before—do