The voice came suddenly, yet it sounded somewhat familiar.
But when Zhang Ze turned around, he saw no figure, the corridor from where it came was empty, with no one in sight.
However, before Zhang Ze could inquire, the voice spoke again.
"You can't see me?"
This time, Zhang Ze did not lose focus. He listened carefully but could not discern its location.
The voice, gentle like a clear ripple in a pond, echoed throughout the room, seeming to be everywhere.
Zhang Ze suspected he had encountered a cyber ghost, yet there was no malice in the voice.
How strange.
"I'm a fool, unable to see your true form, Senior. I hope you'll reveal yourself."
Due to his own experiences with life and death, Zhang Ze had become indifferent to terms of address. It's always been each to their own; you call me brother, I call you senior, it's all casual.
Zhang Ze cupped his hands in salute, hiding the sword of his father-in-law within his sleeve.
