All things are void, and the methods like the Pangu Banner are innately contained—yet looking back, there was nothing behind.
The two black-robed figures worshiped none other than himself.
Zhang Fusheng turned around, gazing at the two figures, and spoke in a low voice:
"Do you call me Sect Hierarch?"
The black-robed figures replied woodenly:
"Yes, Sect Hierarch."
Shen Baobao, standing aside, was somewhat bewildered, not understanding the current situation,
while Zhang Fusheng raised his eyebrows, his gaze flowing over the two black-robed figures:
"Remove your black robes."
He said so.
The black-robed figures actually complied, taking off their black robes that could block mental probing, revealing their true forms—
which were two skeletons.
Two skeletons that had died long ago, with only a small amount of flesh remaining.
Judging by their ancient aura, they had died over ten thousand years ago!
Is this... grim skeletons?
