This, this can't be!
Wang Ba's gaze traveled over the dense old trees, branches, and leaves, watching that silhouetted figure through the gaps with disbelief.
Missing for decades with no trace to be found, and those who came searching could never locate him, yet now he appeared mysteriously in the heart of Musen Island.
The 'giggling' sound was flowing melodiously from his mouth, with a tone that rose and fell dramatically, while he wore a long shirt free of any dust in front of a somewhat coarse table, on which a judge's gavel lay.
Over thirty years had passed, yet it was just like the scene from decades past when he narrated stories at the teahouse in Xuanwu Market.
However, this scene, deep in the silent and dark forest, involuntarily gave one a chilling sensation along the spine.
"Bai Xiaoyun is actually here… So does that mean, the cultivators who disappeared before, were all captured by the mysterious entity within this Musen Island?"