Xu Zimei's gaze met with the statue's, as if their encounter bridged the span of countless years.
The statue was a young man dressed in a black robe with a belted waist.
A faint Demonic Qi surged around him, and his long hair naturally fell behind him.
His eyes were pitch-black, radiating with demonic intent, and in his slender hands, he held a lotus flower.
The lotus had five open petals, each one lifelike as if truly blossoming.
On the young man's belted black robe, there were a few twisted characters.
However, due to the excessive passage of time, the characters on it had long been eroded to the point of illegibility.
"Who is this?" Xu Zimei inquired, looking at Jiuyou.
"I don't know either, presumably some great figure from the Demon Race," replied Jiuyou.
"You don't know? Someone must know who cast this statue," Xu Zimei stated.
