The movements were not fast.
They even had a sense of sluggishness.
As if they hadn't moved for a long time.
The bones in his shoulder and neck emitted a crisp cracking sound.
His long gray hair flowed like moonlight over his shoulders as he turned his head, revealing half of his side profile.
His skin was a lifeless ash-gray hue.
Clinging tightly to his prominent cheekbones, without a hint of blood.
Yet, this side profile didn't appear ferocious or decayed.
It looked just like a normal person.
Finally, he turned around completely.
His tightly closed lips were thin and sharp, his nose high-bridged, his brow bone prominent.
His eyes were also fully open with normal pupils.
But the color of those pupils was a dull dark gray.
Wearing the title of [King Corpse].
Fang Qingyu was unfamiliar with him.
But the other seemed quite familiar with Fang Qingyu...
At the moment when those lifeless gray eyes focused on Fang Qingyu.
