A place filled with coffins. Three people sat before them, and from time to time, terrifying auras erupted.
"Xie Yun... so it was real. You bastard, you hid yourself deep enough."
Seventeen's face was dark. The bastard he meant was not Xie Yun, but Yu Zhong standing before him.
At that moment, Seventeen's expression was brimming with resentment. He stared fixedly at Yu Zhong, and the terrifying pressure made Su Ming beside him tremble uncontrollably.
Su Ming was afraid on instinct. Although he had broken free from the shackles of being a Demon, he had never expected the fundamental lifeforms born into this world to be Demons as well. Put plainly, he had merely leaped into an even larger circle.
And now, the topmost big shots in that circle were all right before his eyes.
Su Ming quietly examined the surrounding coffins. Ever since he had been brought here by the creature called Seventeen, he had constantly felt watched. The feeling that he had no privacy whatsoever, from head to toe, made him feel as though he were sitting on pins and needles. There was something inside these coffins, and they were all alive.
Su Ming could even sense that they had been listening to his every word.
They were the true protagonists of this conversation. Even Seventeen before him was merely the representative of these beings.
"There was no helping it. You've always wanted me dead. I couldn't possibly reveal everything to my enemies, could I?"
Yu Zhong said helplessly.
Among these ancient beings left behind by the ages, not one had truly found Xie Yun. Only he, relying on his unique form of existence, had managed to see the place where Xie Yun was.
Even after being dead for so long, that human still commanded such attention from