Not only were Hu Feng and the others shocked, even Chen Liao, who had felt a sense of reliance standing in front of the elderly man, had his pupils contracted and retreated continuously, his face pale as if he'd seen a ghost.
"You are... you are..."
Hu Feng's breathing was rushed, as if he could suffocate at any moment. He wanted to shout out those words but for some reason, even though they were at the tip of his tongue, he couldn't utter them!
"Yes, it's me."
The illusory figure seemed to know what he wanted to say, nodded slightly, and the smile on his face grew deeper.
