Kao stands at three meters tall, a wild Barbarian youth with the ears of a wolf and the long tail of a tiger. The person behind him, looking around in all directions, is a chubby youngster. Not tall or imposing, but short and stout, giving off an especially straightforward impression. Even now, as he looks around, he seems somewhat dull and simple.
How odd! Xiao Chen could sense the aura of Kao in him, but why not his physical body? Suddenly, he shivered, could it be that Kao had died and his soul had possessed another body? After all, he'd encountered many strange and terrifying things during his time in the Dead City, and instinctively made such assumptions. Moreover, the exceptional fact about the Snow Mountain Old Ghost was there in front of him, how could he not let his imagination run wild?
