The middle-aged cultivator had a gentle appearance and refined features; if Mo Hua saw him, he would be very surprised.
Because this person is Elder Shen Xiuyan from the Shen Family, who has had dealings with him in Lizhou Nanyue City.
But at this moment, Shen Xiuyan was somewhat strange, his movements stiff as he walked; at first glance it wasn't noticeable, but upon closer inspection, one could see that his steps had a slight unevenness, one shallow and one deep.
His gaze was also a bit vacant, staring blankly ahead.
Shen Xiuyan walked alone in the deathly silent forest, like a puppet on strings.
No one guided him, yet he seemed to know where he was going.
Or perhaps, something in the void was "calling" to him.
After walking for an indeterminate amount of time, Shen Xiuyan arrived at a stone wall.
He dazedly extended his finger, rubbing against the stone wall, so much so that his fingertip became bloody and flesh mangled, revealing the ghastly white bone.
