Bai Yunfei felt his heart skipped a beat, his body preparing for battle at the arrival of the Soul King. He exhaled slowly, his mind pointing out to him that this person was most likely not an enemy, with how he spoke before coming and did not have any signs of hostility to him.

The figure touched down not too far away from Bai Yunfei’s group, and when Bai Yunfei had a good look at who the person was, he was taken aback….

This person was….quite weird.

He looked like a man in his forties and wore dirty gray robes—though Bai Yunfei would wager that the robes had once been white and was eventually turned gray with time. He wasn’t tall and was a little more on the frail side. His hair, a grizzly white, was a mess behind his head. Compared to his rather large nose and pointy chin, the man’s eyes were...