The bloody scene vanished once more, leaving only a desolate wasteland.
A figure flickered in and out of view within the boundless white mist. It was the same man from before, the one who had wielded a long blade and attacked without end.
He looked wretched. There wasn't a single uninjured spot on his body—it was covered in bloody gashes and chunks of fallen flesh.
His blood-red eyes were locked onto Song Wanning, a frantic yet fervent anticipation swirling within them.
"You're finally here!"
As if he had long anticipated someone's arrival, he flickered and appeared before Song Wanning, his expression wrought with excitement.
"You're finally here!"
He repeated, and the next second, the glimmer of tears welled up in his eyes.
Sensing no hostility from him, Song Wanning didn't shy away. "You were waiting for me?"
"Yes, I was waiting for you!"
The man's expression grew serious, the excitement finally draining from his face.
