บท 627: The Star Emperor’s Successor

The shriveled corpse floated slowly towards Mo Wen. An endless amount of anger rolled through the air. It was a hatred that seemed to come from a war-torn nation or a family that had been destroyed, the anger stemming from desertion by one's spouse and children. The fury assaulted Mo Wen's body, causing it to stiffen gradually. His face grew paler and paler and Mo Wen could sense the life draining out of his body. If this continued, Mo Wen would become a corpse before too long.

Suddenly, a crisp sound rang from within Mo Wen's body. The sound was like a bird chirping; it was a clear, pleasant-sounding noise.