Following the path they took last night, Song Yun and Mo Yuyao quickly returned to the clinic. However, at the entrance of the clinic, Song Yun saw a few people, and his gaze sharpened as he saw them.
"Haha, finally caught you!" Pipilu said with a sinister look at Song Yun. "I didn't think you'd hide in such a remote place, looks like you're afraid of us!"
Song Yun ignored the lackey and focused entirely on the two people wearing ethnic clothing not far from him.
The person wrapped in a robe breathed slowly and seemed frail, but he exuded an aura Song Yun was very familiar with.
It was the same ominous aura as the one on the Ghost King.
The girl next to him, on the other hand, caught Song Yun's attention for her gaze, which was so pure it seemed almost devoid of impurities, presenting a stark contrast to the eerie-robed man.
"Was it you who injured our people?"
The old man lifted his head slightly and cast deep eyes on Song Yun, as if to draw him in.
