Feiyun’s laughter gradually stopped, akin to finding a fly in a bowl during a meal and losing all interest.

VIoletsea King’s arrival shut the place up. He had a powerful aura on top of having four armored corpses behind him. The energy of death permeated the area.

Some naturally recognized him and became aghast. They ran off, not daring to linger for half a second.

“Yi Zhenfeng, let’s talk.” The middle-aged man wore a corpse robe with a blinding radiance.

“Violetsea Corpse Cave has been destroyed. How many people made it out? Which sect are you trying to join? Senluo? Potala?” Feiyun smiled.

He didn’t like this person since the guy was definitely working behind the scene to command the three corpses attacking him back at the ruins. But why? 

Does he know my real identity...