"Elder, how did it go? Is that Lin Xuan dead?" Jin Ze asked quickly as he walked over.
But in the next moment, he froze. His eyes widened, his face a mask of disbelief as if he had seen a ghost.
"It's you," he exclaimed. "How is this possible?"
He was shocked because the person emerging from the cloud of mist wasn't an elder from the Jin Family, but Lin Xuan. How could he still be alive?
Jin Ze shook his head frantically, refusing to believe it. A hallucination. This must be a hallucination. He blinked hard, trying to snap himself back to reality. When he looked forward again, however, he found Lin Xuan still standing there. Jin Ze was dumbfounded.
"How can you still be alive?" he stammered. "Where are the elders?" he shouted frantically.
Lin Xuan simply sneered. "Those two old fools are already in hell. Don't worry, I'll send you down to reunite with them soon enough."
"What? The elders are dead!"
