"Young Master Li, long time no see!"
From the depths of the void, a figure emerged slowly after a bout of distortion. It was none other than Beichen Feng.
Still draped in a thick robe, his entire being wrapped tightly with cotton cloth and tattered fabric, as though he was shielding himself from a bitter cold. Yet, upon seeing his face, Li Xiaobai inhaled sharply in shock.
The reason was simple: the face before him was horrifying. Half of it was that of an elderly man—weathered, yet hinting at a youthful handsomeness from bygone years. However, the other side was grotesque—rotting, foul-smelling, emanating a stench that churned the stomach.
Several worms wriggled across the rotting surface, an unbearable sight.
It was inconceivable that such a visage would belong to a living person. Memories of corpses—rotting, rancid, infested with maggots—surged through his mind. And yet, a human could bear such a face? It was utterly terrifying!
"Senior Beichen Feng!"