Beast Ancestor True Blood

Bai Yang could easily make out a figure clad in a silver robe.

Yet upon closer inspection, the robe seemed to produce countless afterimages. Faint golden threads could be seen woven into it, but with a blink, it was still nothing more than a silver robe.

"Palace Master!" The burly man bowed respectfully.

"Go." The voice was refined and elegant, like wind passing through a bamboo grove.

"Yes." The burly man transformed into a streak of light and immediately left the ninth floor.

A curtain of light flashed into existence at the staircase leading to the ninth floor, then vanished, seemingly sealing off the passage.

He finally turned around!