It was as though he had just awakened from sleep; the sigh was clearly tinged with hazy drowsiness.
Ning Xiaochuan swept his gaze around, then shouted loudly.
"Who is it?"
Hearing someone speak, not only did Ning Xiaochuan show no sign of panic, a trace of delight appeared on his face instead.
In a hellish place like this, Ning Xiaochuan would rather have an enemy appear than continue traveling alone and lonely every day as he had before.
"You may call me the Shadow Saint Ruler."
Along with a languid voice, a man dressed in loose sleepwear and wearing a sleepy expression appeared at the center of the platform before Ning Xiaochuan, yawning.
As though he still had not slept enough, after appearing at the center of the platform, the man calling himself the Shadow Saint Ruler immediately flopped onto the ground, arranged himself in a comfortable pose, lay on his side, propped himself up with one arm, and lazily looked at Ning Xiaochuan.
"Eh? Why has such a weak little fellow come this time? You are not even a god, yet you want to challenge me?"
As he spoke, the man raised a hand and yawned, acting as though Ning Xiaochuan did not exist at all.
"Shadow Saint Ruler?"
Ning Xiaochuan stared at the man before him, his gaze traveling over him from head to toe.
From this Shadow Saint Ruler, Ning Xiaochuan could not sense even the slightest powerful aura. It was as though the Shadow Saint Ruler before him was merely an utterly ordinary mortal.
But if he truly were a mortal, he would never have appeared here for no reason.
Thus, this strange feeling made Ning Xiaochuan even more vigilant.
"Little fellow, consider yourself lucky this time. I have been bored for so many years and