A shudder ran through Su Ming’s body and a boom immediately echoed in his head. That voice was aged with the endless vicissitudes of life, as if it contained eternity, as if it had been floating in the rivers of time for many years, as if it reverberated in the soul itself.
It made Su Ming’s soul tremble. In an instant, his eyes became clouded with perplexity.
The hoarse and aged voice lingered in his mind and spread throughout his entire body like a layer of ripples, causing his body to freeze momentarily.
"You… are… finally… here…"
‘Han Mountain’s ancestor!’
Su Ming’s expression immediately changed. It was fortunate that he was currently wearing a mask and had his head lowered, so no one noticed his strange behavior. That voice continued reverberating in his head until it eventually sounded like thunder rumbling, causing Su Ming’s face to pale as if he was experiencing nightmares.
"Sir Mo Su?"