In the distance ahead, amidst the dim interplay of light and shadow, a young man appeared, standing there, sizing up Gu Chen.
His skin was pale, devoid of any color, and the aura around him was chillingly cold. His pupils showed no hint of emotion, epitomizing utter indifference.
He stood there like a corpse devoid of any soul or emotion, his hard gaze sweeping continuously over Gu Chen.
Clearly, this heir of Netherworld Heaven had recognized the extraordinariness of Gu Chen right away.
As for the others, they were all completely ignored.
"Lord!"
Five men from the Ghost Feather Clan, clad in black, knelt on one knee, looking fervently and reverently at the pale young man in the distance, bowing to him respectfully.
The pale young man did not respond; his gaze remained fixed on Gu Chen.
And he, remaining silent, left the five black-clad men from the Ghost Feather Clan kneeling there, their expressions unchanging and without a hint of complaint.