If Yang An hadn't been completely sure that his emotions and consciousness were stable—and that the Bow Lady hadn't altered her output of pain—he would have sworn his very perception had been warped.
How else could he explain the sudden disappearance of that massive, dark silhouette?
The masked man in black had made no visible move. He had simply uttered a single word, and the dark silhouette was gone.
Everything fell silent. The only sound was Yang An's own breathing, thundering in his ears.
The man in black slowly turned to face Yang An, carefully sizing him up.
"I must say, I've never seen anyone with your Cultivation Level attain the World Body of a Zombie God, especially one not listed in my Daoist Sect's records. Tsk, tsk.
However, I am quite curious. Where did you learn the Drumming Technique, a secret art of my Daoist Sect?"
He spoke deliberately, clicking his tongue in amazement.
