"Sigh."
The first thing this stranger did was to sigh. He then said in remorse:
"It seems that dirty divination has become true. What a shame! What a loss! What regret! Sigh."
Ibro looked at him with confusion. What was that man saying?
"May I know your name, sir?"
The man looked at Ibro with sympathy as if he was seeing a poor man. The stranger said:
"Unfortunately my name was long lost from this world. Let's just call me Ren."
Ibro asked again with caution:
"So, Mr. Ren, what is this place? What are you doing here? Are you alive?"
"Sigh."
The man sighed again. Ibro didn't know how to respond to this. What even these sighs meant?
"Had the human status deteriorated to such a state? Boy, do you really not recognize my soul will?"
Ibro didn't really understand anything that man said so far, so he shook his head in silence. Ren sighed again.
