In the abandoned dungeon south of Whispering Caverns.
A troop of fully armed combatants streamed in.
Among a group of individuals in black armor and robes from the Holy Temple, Zhuo Yang's bright silver armor stood out sharply.
Compared to the uniform Level Four professionals, he, being only at Level Three, should have been the one being protected.
Yet he was leading the charge.
The people around him remained silent, only Ryan asked with concern,
"Lord Zhuo Yang, have you been here before?"
Heine always addressed him that way.
Although naming his own skeleton was a puzzling matter, Ryan still took note of this oddly pronounced name.
But not everyone thought the same as he did.
"Are you crazy, talking to a skeleton?" someone sneered.
But as Zhuo Yang turned his head to look, that person immediately shut up.
Another exclaimed, "It... it can't possibly understand us, can it?"
