The black smoke seemed to become sentient as it slowly twisted into a human shape. Master Ling Yi focused his eyes, and the black smoke had completely vanished, revealing a man in black clothes who was exceptionally thin; even wrapped in all-black attire, he looked like he was clothed in bones.
Master Ling Yi took a step back. He didn't recognize this man at all, nor was he one of the few known by his master. Moreover, this stranger gave him an odd feeling...
Master Ling Yi was not very familiar with the Mystical Arts of Master Yin He. In Qiandao Temple, only his master had some understanding. Initially, his master had found Master Yin He, healed his wounds, and wanted to take him as a Direct Disciple; he even attempted several times to unravel the mysteries of the spellwork on Master Yin He.
