"The Dark Hut has a new master!"
Upon hearing the black figure's words, the Master of the Shadow Cottage could not help feeling shaken.
But he was, after all, the head of a school. By his next breath, he had regained his composure and asked, "Who are you?"
"I am the master of the Dark Hut." The black figure was, of course, Raphael. He spun his nonsense unhurriedly. "I was asleep before. Now I have awakened."
The Master of the Shadow Cottage appeared to be a man in his thirties, his long robes flowing around him. If not for his somewhat gloomy air, he would have looked quite like an immortal sage.
He smiled and shook his head. "I don't know who you are, but your connection to the Dark Hut is very weak right now."
The implication was clear: don't try to fool me.
Demon Lord Xuanyin and the others could not hear their conversation. All they could see was the grave expression on the Master of the Shadow Cottage's face, so they could only keep waiting.
Inside the Dark Hut, Raphael continued at the same leisurely pace. "I am inside the Dark Hut, and I am not being corroded by it."
The Master of the Shadow Cottage fell silent. He was weighing whether he should enter the Dark Hut's secret realm and force the other party out.
He had become the current Master of the Shadow Cottage more than two hundred years ago. If he was careful enough, he could remain in that position for another seven or eight hundred years before the Dark Hut absorbed him to the point where he had no choice but to enter it.
If he entered the Dark Hut today, he would lose one or two hundred years of life.
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