Flame Prince

"This is definitely a strong one, even if not as formidable as the Blood Cloaked Queen, he surely wouldn't be too far off," Alexander thought, his heart skipping a beat.

However, he quickly regained his composure. 

The man was not extravagantly dressed, merely in a loose, deep-black shirt without any patterns, and similarly pure black trousers. The trouser legs were slightly faded, evidence of regular washing.

Despite the absence of tailors or clothing stores in the terrifying world, conjuring up some clothes was not a difficult task for powerful ghosts, especially.

A person who didn't care about his image, yet held a high status and powerful strength, visiting the clinic in the dead of night clearly didn't want anyone to know, not even his own companions or subordinates.

He must have had some unspeakable secret!

Alexander quickly made up his mind.