"Roar..."
The Demon Clan Resentful Spirit let out a piercing shriek, stepping back a few paces, its eyes fixed intently on the owner of that hand,
"You... how can you... be you..."
The owner of that hand emerged from the thick fog, revealing himself to be a beautiful man with skin white as snow, hairless and unclothed. He was now giving it a cold smile,
"How come... are you too shocked to find that I now have a Soul?"
It was not only the apparition that was taken aback, but Pu Yanlan as well, her eyes wide open in shock,
"You... you are the Corpse Immortal?"
The Corpse Immortal turned to glance at Pu Yanlan and gave her a cold smile,
"How come... Is it that strange to you?"
His smile triggered a sudden familiar feeling in Pu Yanlan's heart,
"You... you... you..."
Her thoughts were in disarray; she didn't know where to begin, but after taking a deep breath, she finally said,
"You are the Corpse Immortal, and yet not the Corpse Immortal, you... you are that young brother!"
