His face was concealed under the hood, making it impossible to discern his features. Suddenly, he erupted into laughter, causing a slight shiver in Su Yingxue's frame.
The laughter was faint and elusive, almost like a figment of Su Yingxue's imagination.
Suddenly, she heard the man's voice, which was filled with vicissitudes of life and vigor, "Child, you've come."
A child?
Su Yingxue was on high alert. "Who are you? Why are you with my Father? Did you cause his condition?"
"Exactly." The man admitted nonchalantly, without a hint of hesitation.
Even in his voice, Su Yingxue could detect a trace of fearlessness and audacity.
"You can't save your Father."
The man's aged and hoarse voice made each word reverberate with an unsettling resonance.
Swiftly, Su Yingxue's long whip swung towards him. He dodged with agility, refraining from retaliation.
