'I should have known. Only he could make this body so excited.'
Beside Andy, the black-robed man muttered to himself. He could clearly feel his body trembling faintly with an excitement that was beyond his control.
He slowly pulled back the hood covering his head, revealing a face that was both familiar and strange to Zhou Yuanjue.
Sharp, righteous features and white hair coiled high on his head. But the black eyes that should have been filled with resolve now held a pair of bizarre, blood-red pupils, brimming with an indescribable evil.
He was Zhang Dongwei, and yet he wasn't.
Their gazes crossed through the jungle and the darkness, locking once more.
"Stay out of the coming battle,"
the black-robed man said to Andy.
"For a King Level like me, for this body to tremble uncontrollably with excitement over a mere mortal... If I cannot erase him with my own hands, it will be a lifetime of shame and a permanent stain on my honor."
