In the dim, gray world, a soft voice suddenly called out.
This voice seemed to come from the Nine Serenities, ethereal and uncertain, yet so cold it made one's teeth chatter; Jin Ren hurriedly turned around at the sound.
He saw a "person"!
It was a black-robed figure, wearing a black hood, with every detail of their body concealed, including the face and features—nothing could be seen.
Under the shadows of the black hood, only two ghostly green will-o-wisps flickered, resembling a ghost.
"Yama?"
Jin Ren barely forced a smile, making a h*ll joke.
To be honest, with this getup, besides the lack of the Yama mask, this person should be one of Yama's members, a masked man in black?
"Well."
The black shadow remained motionless, and this word floated down between heaven and earth.
The last time Jin Ren saw someone so fond of using the word "well," it was from the memories of his true self: the Heavenly Ancestor, Ran Ming, and various Ancestral Gods from ancient times.
