Liang's expression shifted instantly from shock to wariness. Every muscle in his body tensed as he took several quick steps backward, turning sharply to face the source of the sound. His Universe Pricing Eyes activated instinctively, scanning for any signs of danger.
When he finally laid eyes on the figure who had spoken, Liang's unease deepened. Standing where there had been nothing moments ago was a blind old man. His appearance was peculiar—gaunt, with sunken cheeks and milky white eyes that seemed to stare through Liang rather than at him. The man's robes were tattered and stained, yet they carried an air of dignity, as if they had once belonged to someone far greater. A gnarled wooden staff rested in one hand.
The old man smiled crookedly, his lips curling into a grin that revealed yellowed teeth. "You are fortunate; that fire is a spectacle not intended for mortal eyes."
Liang took a deep breath trying to make sense of what was happening. Who—or what—was this man?
