Chapter 445: Chapter 445 Wasteland (Seven)_1

Just a few seconds had passed, and the oppressive black and white ash dispersed completely, the surrounding scene returning to normal.

Accompanied by the squelching sound of clapping, a figure completely shrouded in a cloak approached not far from Fu Qian, sizing him up and down.

"What a pity, I actually quite liked this outfit."

Fu Qian's first reaction, however, was not to address him but to look down at his own clothes.

The desiccated bone spear had punctured through the waist area, leaving a sizable hole in his thick coat.

"I must say, your performance was even better than I anticipated!"

The man in front didn't take offense but instead reached up to remove his hood, praising Fu Qian all the while.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, what's your name?"

Having finished feeling sentimental, Fu Qian now looked up and humbly asked.

The man before him appeared to be in his thirties, of average build, with pupils black as ink, exuding an eerie depth.

"Ji Yicheng."