What was even more horrifying for Su Changyu was that the faces of the corpses littered all around were identical to that of the white-haired cultivator he'd met earlier!
It was as if these were the corpses of clones of the man himself!
Despite usually priding himself on his resilient and distinctive mindset, this eerie scene made Su Changyu break into a cold sweat.
"Hehe, there's no need to be so nervous. They are just corpses, what is there to fear?"
"You should know, the living can be far more terrifying than the dead."
The white-haired cultivator spoke in a disquietingly sinister manner.
With a slight gesture, a set of table and chairs conjured up from the ground.
"Sit. Situate yourself to truly appreciate the sight."
"No one has visited this place in many years."
After the initial shock of the bizarre double-voice and the terrifying surroundings, Su Changyu gradually adapted.
With a calm mind, he took a seat.
"May I know your name, sir?"
