Without warning.
An old bald man, appearing to be in his eighties with a hunched back and a face full of wrinkles, appeared behind Xu Wendong. He was naked, and the folds on his body resembled the bark of a withered tree, looking especially eerie.
However, his eyes were bright and lively, like stars in the darkness, or like a boundless black hole that would swallow one's consciousness at a glance.
Even Xu Wendong was momentarily entranced upon seeing him, but he quickly returned to normal. After all, he was a cultivator in the Yin-Cultivating Realm, with a mental strength beyond ordinary.
"Mister Xu, he's the one who appears in my dreams again and again. You must help me kill him!" Yan Liuli looked at the old man with trepidation and instinctively hid behind Xu Wendong.
