Without warning.
Even Han Dong and Jane failed to notice...
The old man appeared, reaching out to halt any further movement.
Han Dong instantly felt a sense of great danger, as if he were standing in The Valley of Thousand Corpses. He instinctively retreated at a brisk pace... His clothes soaked with sweat.
Han Dong had encountered various powerful entities, but had never met someone as dangerous as this.
The old man, referred to as 'Master' by Jane, excelled in 'human' techniques. He could select weaknesses with a mere twitch of his fingers and kill Han Dong thoroughly.
That's why Han Dong felt danger.
"Ah... more sensitive than your peers in sensing, no wonder you are Crow's student."
The old man, shrouded in darkness, approved of Han Dong's instinctual evasion.
The shadow gradually dispersed.
The figure of the old man slowly came into focus.
