Capítulo 166: 165, It's foggy...

Drip-drop...

Tick-tock...

Surrounding him was pitch-black darkness, his feet submersed in a bone-chilling pond.

Above the surface stood a man in a black overcoat, his head bowed, a cracked, fragmented mask covering his face.

His demeanor was cold and grim, yet beneath that, an elegance shone through, reminiscent of a gentleman from the previous century.

It was the Evil Spirit Du Wei...

This place was the so-called Spirit Lake.

Beneath the surface, an entirely different scene unfolded.

There was no reflection, but instead a different visual perspective appeared.

In the image, the edge of a Black Umbrella could be seen, beyond which lay a street, and a little further, the destination was within reach.

After a long while.

A voice identical to Du Wei's echoed, "The one who knows oneself best is always oneself."

"You think you can leave this place, but in reality, it's just what I let you believe."