Everyone shook their heads, offering sincere smiles: "Haha... we are not fools..."
At this moment, at the entrance, a figure in black floated in from afar.
Very thin, very tall, a black robe draped over him, as if it were hung on a bamboo pole.
The whole person walked in sunlight, yet gave the impression as if a gate to Hell opened behind him, with him floating out from it.
He exuded a strong, clear sensation: before him was sunlight, but it could not touch him. Behind him was Hell, yet could not envelop him!
He walked lightly, facing everyone, but none of them could clearly see his face.
Upon reaching the entrance, he glanced at Fang Che.
He smiled slightly and said, "Captain Fang."
The sound condensed into a line, crossing over a hundred feet, accurately reaching Fang Che's ears.
This was not voice transmission.
But apart from Fang Che, no one else could hear.
