[Hmm… I mean no harm.]
At those words, Ye Mo turned toward the voice, which sounded ancient yet broken, and saw… a shadowy, smoky figure with no definite form.
It looked like a rippling figure reflected on water.
But Ye Mo smiled, seemingly unfazed by the being's strange appearance, as he finally identified the culprit.
'So… what do you want from me by showing me all of this?'
The shadowy figure didn't speak at first, seeming lost in thought, then replied:
[Nothing… I am just curious… as you carry a trace of… his… "Divine Blood."]
Hearing this, Ye Mo finally understood a little and shook his head with a sigh, realizing that this being had misunderstood.
'Hey, you've got the wrong person. I'm from the Fire Yang Sect, not the Divine Blood Sect—'
[No… I can sense it, and… I've already found it… in you.]
Ye Mo frowned at the nonsense.
'What do you mean?'
Since when had he ever been part of the Divine Blood Sect?
