"Huh?" The Priest's spirits lifted, his pitch-black eyes snapping over. "Who? Who is it!?"
They had poured so many resources into Southwind City, all for that Delicious Soul.
"Su Chen!" Zhou Xian replied, practically grinding his teeth.
He was a Tier Three Professional himself, and although he had become a Black Tuo Follower, his own Spiritual Resilience still allowed him to retain a degree of independent thought.
He still vividly remembered his hatred for Su Chen, the killer of his son.
"Su Chen?" The Priest's previously excited expression gradually darkened. He was no stranger to the name; he had ruled him out as a suspect long ago. Frowning, he asked, "How could it be him?"
"Isn't he a Faceless Ghost Follower?"
"There must be a mistake." Zhou Xian faltered for a moment. Some of his doubts remained unanswered, but he now had extremely compelling evidence:
