The moment a figure in golden robes appeared and slowly approached Qin An, he sensed something was wrong.
The dense sorrow around him, dark as ink, grew even thicker the instant the figure appeared.
As though given an outlet, all that sorrow surged toward the golden-robed figure.
It gathered around him like courtiers guarding a king, surrounding every inch of his body.
Qin An's eyes narrowed.
As the golden-robed figure drew closer, he saw the man's face clearly.
He was tall and wore golden robes, with dark patterns flowing across the fabric.
His features were strikingly handsome, and a golden hat rested on his head.
A closer look revealed faint killing intent coursing around him.
Qin An immediately recognized what he was: one of the False Gods.
He tightened his grip on Cold Star at his waist, ready to draw it at any moment.
But the man seemed to read his intentions. He shook his head slightly and spoke.
"Young friend, there's no need to be so tense. How could I be a villain when I dwell in the Land of the Heroic Spirits? I am a False God born from this sorrow, the Guardian of this Cemetery and the companion of these great Heroic Spirits."
Qin An heard him out but kept his hand on his saber. "Why have you come to see me?"
"Only to have a look at you," the man said calmly. "Ah, I should introduce myself. My name is Xuan Tian. I chose it myself. It isn't a very pretty name, but I like it."
"Why did you want to see me?" Qin An asked again.
Xuan Tian paused before answering. "The one on Myriad Poison Cloud Peak is among the most powerful of the Holdouts. You carry his aura and have earned his recognition.