I saw the gold, and rushed forward hastily. I am the hurried white figure. Look at this white hair, ignore me. I shouted: "It's this matter—I have no interest in it! Isn't it inconvenient for me to linger here?!"
"Close your eyes. Your body and mine will align," said the man with white hair.
I followed his instruction to close my eyes. Then opened them again. I lost control of my body. I had become just a spectator. Observe the white-haired figure now controlling my body.
Blind Jin watched as his hair slowly turned white, scoffing, "I spoke of concealment, without delving into deeper motives!"
A cold scoff, followed by Blind Jin moving swiftly—instantaneous, sharp, piercing. Blind Jin remained suspended mid-air. Not now, no. Don't discuss me here. But truth be told.
Then, with a chilling sound, he struck and felled Blind Jin, revealing the offspring of the pale beast, while Zhu Jian was bound tightly. With a frosty voice, circling his neck gently, he said: "Run back."
