As he finished speaking, Ji Han's pupils slightly contracted and were immediately detected by the keen senses of the grey-clad figure.
At that moment, his eyes gleamed with a touch of curiosity as he clicked his tongue in wonder:
"Don't worry, I won't stoop so low as to harm a youngster like you."
"If you are truly from the Divine Blood Sect, intending to concoct something, as long as it's not in the regions of Wutong Prefecture or Black Mountain City, I won't interfere."
"After all, this place can be considered my hometown..."
"The reason I'm here in Wutong is just to, before my end, alas..."
Looking towards Zither Sword Mountain, the originally mysterious grey-clad figure in Ji Han's eyes suddenly fell silent and self-mockingly said:
"In my life, before the age of thirty, I was full of spirit, once believing that nothing in the world was unattainable."
"But the latter half of my life turned out to be nothing but a messy, absurd affair!"
