With the wine spilling on the ground, Ye Xuan's words fell.
Behind that enormous tomb, a crack slowly appeared.
A shriveled big hand reached out from it.
The big hand propped itself on the side, as if its owner was using it to sit up.
A moment later.
A thin man wearing a blood robe, with disheveled hair, sat up from the tomb.
He sat in place for a long time, as if savoring something.
He...
Seemed to have slept for a very, very long time.
So long that it felt like countless epochs had passed.
He seemed to have lost many memories.
He needed some time to recall.
"...Ye Bugu."
"Find adoptive father."
The blood robed man spoke softly, perhaps because he had slept too long, his throat was dry and harsh, sounding like a fierce ghost.
But when he finished saying those six words, the blood robed man's emaciated form began to gradually swell at that moment.
In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a young man.
