Ten thousand miles north of the Poise Immortal Sect's residence, within a lush, shaded forest, a gaunt middle‑aged man in black clothes floated in midair, his feet only about three feet off the ground.
The middle‑aged man's face was deathly pale. He was so emaciated that the cheekbones on his face jutted out, while the flesh around them was completely sunken in; his entire face looked like skin stretched over bone.
Moreover, if one looked carefully, one could discover:
On the chest of the black clothes worn by this middle‑aged man, there was a vividly lifelike skull, entirely blood‑red.
Suddenly, as if sensing something, the middle‑aged man's brows twitched slightly.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Accompanied by two sounds like howling wind, two figures flew swiftly side by side from the distant depths of the forest, and in the blink of an eye arrived in front of the middle‑aged man.
"You're Bradley Clark?"
