A figure suddenly appeared before them.
It was a white-bearded old man, a full three meters tall. He wore gray robes, and his face, dotted with a few age spots, was set in a solemn expression.
There was a hole the size of a human head in his chest. It penetrated his torso but didn't exit through his back. Inside the cavity, a sea of blood seemed to churn and rage.
His aura was so substantial it was almost tangible, emanating from his body like a bloody mist thick with baleful energy.
Zhuan Yu!
The moment he appeared, Yang An recognized him by his aura. This was, after all, his former master—the one who had taught him the Shell Nourishing Technique and sent him to infiltrate Great Virtue Temple.
Given Zhuan Yu's menacing arrival, Yang An knew exactly what he was here for.
That old coot Life Crane hadn't announced his identity and position. With the others unaware, he was still just a traitor to the Golden Thread Pavilion in their eyes. This was the trouble.
