Pitch-black, frizzy hair, like dried thatch and matted with filth, obscured the face of the man in the stele. But a pair of eyes peered at Yang An through the gaps, eyes that seemed filled with exhaustion and despair, utterly devoid of any light.
Yang An had blurted out Huan's identity because the first thing he saw was the shattered mask embedded in the Stone Stele, prompting his subconscious cry.
As the first Boundary Repairer Yang An had encountered in the Deep World of the Xian Origin Land, Huan had left an extremely deep impression on him.
And the man in the stele, upon hearing Yang An's voice, had immediately confirmed that he was, indeed, Huan.
'He really is Huan! One of the former Boundary Repairers of the Earth Immortal Dao Sect!'
'Why is he here? And why does he look like this?'
Realizing he had inexplicably revealed what he knew by calling out Huan's name, Yang An subconsciously took a step back.
