The sound came from the Wicked Woman. At this moment, she had almost pressed herself against the outer dome, her eyes wide open, staring fixedly at the gray-black robe on Kaier's body.
"What's wrong?" Gray Merchant looked towards the Wicked Woman, puzzled.
"That clothing... that clothing... there's absolutely no mistake..." The Wicked Woman muttered to herself, entranced as if she had entered her own world, completely unresponsive to the outside.
Gray Merchant didn't know what was happening with the Wicked Woman, but through her muttering, he too focused his attention on the gray-black robe; with just a glance, Gray Merchant's brows slightly furrowed.
With the naked eye, the robe seemed ordinary beyond ordinary. But when he observed it through the lens of spiritual power, a startling transmutation appeared.
The robe was like the filth fallen into crystal-clear water, constantly spewing pitch-black smoke from within.
