บท 207: Burial God's Sanctum Part 8

"You? How can you arrive so fast?" The hatred flashed in his eyes as he looked at the handsome young man floating in the air. When standing over the sword, he looked just like an immortal that has descended to the earth.

The man had the sword mark on his forehead, wearing the white shirt and pants, his dress was looking ethereal. His eyebrows were like a sharp sword. He glanced at the three-headed creature and then turned his head towards the group of people.

In an instant, his eyes scanned the entire situation and he learned everything.

"Master Zhen!" Suddenly, the broken hilt fly towards the man floating on his sword as if it was trying to get an embrace from him. But unfortunately, he got an unexpected "Who are you?"

"….. Master Zhen, d… don't tell me you forget about me?" The voice of the little black was like a person who was going to get cold shoulder after losing everything.