The Black Robe Person's pale lips curved into an eerie arc. His pitch-black eyes lingered on Lin Langtian for a moment, then swept over Yin Ruoshui behind him, before finally settling back on Lin Langtian. As if he had sensed something, his eyes narrowed slightly.
"Interesting." He spoke in a hoarse voice, like dead leaves scraping together, carrying a chill that seeped into the bone.
"There seems to be... a familiar aura on you."
Lin Langtian narrowed his eyes slightly and shielded Yin Ruoshui a little farther behind him. His expression did not change as he said calmly, "Who are you, sir? Why are you here?"
The Black Robe Person did not answer directly. Instead, he slowly raised a withered, stick-thin hand and pointed toward a fork deep in the passage. "Who I am isn't important. What matters is whether you can reach the end and find what you want."
When he said this, those pitch-black pupils without any whites stayed locked on Lin Langtian the entire time, as if trying to see straight through him.
Lin Langtian was also secretly sizing him up.
That familiar yet unfamiliar aura... There was no mistake.
It was the evil qi unique to the Outworld Evil Race!
Lin Langtian's heart chilled slightly.
Back when he was on the Tianxuan Continent, he had wiped out the entire Yi Mo Clan. And besides possessing spiritual power, he had also mastered the power of evil qi, so he was extremely familiar with the aura of the Outworld Evil Race.
Although the Black Robe Person before him was doing his utmost to suppress it, even using some kind of secret technique to conceal it, that evil fluctuation originating from the depths of his soul could not escape Lin Langtian's senses.
What made Lin Langtian even more wary