Xie Qing did not object. He merely shrugged his shoulders, looking nonchalant at Xie Qin's silent behavior.
"From my death, it has been... hm... when was the Ancient Era, brat?"
"More than a million years ago," Xie Qing frowned but answered.
"A million years? Oh, oh... how long ago that was... hmm... even after so long, I couldn't enter Samsara?"
Xie Qing darkened. He had a guess. Looking at the man, he asked, "Are you the King of Hunting?"
"Hehe..."
The man laughed. His laughter was loud and echoed, immediately attracting the attention of the Evil Spirits. "Looking" at Xie Qing, he replied, "Yes, boy, I am the King of Hunting. So why not show your respect and help the elder restore his body?" said the King of Hunting, and two holes appeared on his smooth face, located where his eyes should be. From these holes peered bottomless, black eyes, devoid of pupils.