"You, who are you?"
Yun Huan was handling his duties when the black-robed man suddenly appeared before him. He was startled, but he quickly composed himself, staring at the man and demanding coldly.
As an Elder of the Carefree Sect's Affairs Hall, Yun Huan was no longer the young man who used to follow Cheng Boxuan; he now possessed his own authority.
A pity.
But this authority meant nothing before the black-robed man standing before him.
"Who am I?"
The Netherworld Erosion Demon Venerable laughed. "I am you," he said with a grin.
The words had barely left his lips.
Before Yun Huan could even react,
he felt a sharp pain in his head.
A terrifying, blood-red tongue had pierced his forehead.
His consciousness faded.
But the Netherworld Erosion Demon Venerable only laughed more gleefully.
