This figure was very vague, so much so that it appeared as though it could disappear at any moment.
However, Fang Lin was able to make out the figure's face. To his surprise, it was the legendary Martial Lord Mo Shouhe!
"How is this possible?" Stunned, Fang Lin cried out in amazement.
The figure gazed at Fang Lin, appearing somewhat bewildered.
"Are you the senior Mo Shouhe?" Fang Lin, shuddering slightly, asked reverently.
At the same time, Fang Lin's heart pounded furiously. If this was truly Martial Lord Mo Shouhe, even if it was only a residual specter, it was beyond his imagination.
"I am not Mo Shouhe." The figure shook his head and spoke very calmly, as if discussing something inconsequential.
Fang Lin frowned, "If you are not Senior Mo Shouhe, then who are you?"
