The mummified corpse suddenly spoke, startling Chen Nan. He quickly stepped back two paces, mana surging forth from within him, with the Heaven-Burning Flame and Thunder Power poised to strike.
He feared the corpse might suddenly attack, for even mere skeletons can turn into undead creatures, let alone a mummy.
Fortunately, the mummified monk did not transform into an undead creature; he didn't even open his eyes, still sitting on the stone platform, hands in a prayer position, like the clay statues in temples.
Even though he had been dead for a long time, a faint trace of Vajra Qi lingered on his body.
"What exactly are you?"
Chen Nan summoned his courage and asked.
The mummy reacted again, lips slightly parted, almost imperceptible.
"Fated one, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
"Fated one? Me?" Chen Nan furrowed his brows, somewhat puzzled.
How could he possibly be connected to a monk, especially given his own good luck with romance?
