Click.
In a study room in Yun Gang.
A carved window silently opens, and a figure in a black robe quietly appears.
"Are you injured?"
The questioning was tinged with a bit of undisguised surprise.
Looking around, the black bat was hanging upside down on the study's roof, soon landing to sit on a leather chair, transforming into the image of a man with a big brim hat.
Mysterious and handsome, supposedly flawless.
Yet blood drips from the corner of his mouth, his eyes are less scarlet and gloomy.
"Miscalculation."
The blood at the corner of his mouth gradually disappears, he raises his hand outward with a gesture.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Bat after bat flies in from all directions, as if diving into a stream, constantly merging into his body.
Gradually, his eyes regain some of their scarlet brightness, and the previously weak aura recovers partially.
"Tsk tsk, to be wounded to this extent, even part of your essence is missing..."
