"Could it have been a case of mistaken identity, or perhaps they merely looked alike?" Xu Zimo asked.
The matter was simply too shocking.
But Zhou Yanjun shook his head.
He said with absolute certainty,
"Appearances may be similar, but the expression in that painting cannot be wrong."
"He must still be alive."
"I have to find him. I have to get to the bottom of all this."
It was the first time Zhou Yanjun had been so agitated.
In the past, he had always been the sort who cared little about anything, even life and death.
Perhaps seeing that his master was still alive
made him realize that what had happened in the past might have been different from what he had imagined.
Countless doubts filled his heart, and he wanted to unravel them.
"Calm down first. Do you know where to find your master?"
Xu Zimo said.
"Since your master is still alive, he must be somewhere within the Heaven Burial Ground."
"As it happens, I'll be heading to the core region of the Heaven Burial Ground later. Perhaps we can find him there."
Zhou Yanjun thought it over and felt that it made sense.
There seemed to be no better option at the moment.
At this time, Xu Zimo withdrew his gaze.
He turned his eyes toward the Old Black Dove Demon.
The other party had already been completely shrouded in black mist.
His originally rigid body suddenly began to move.
Crack—
His tightly shut eyes abruptly flew open, and a chilling, ghostly red light spilled from them.
His voice carried a mechanical quality.
"How long has it been? How long has it been already?"
"I will finally awaken and bring destruction to this place."
"Who are you people?"
The Old Black Dove Demon, controlled by the