Du Hui could only condense into a black humanoid shadow; he had no physical body.
Xue Yuan found that even though he was so close, Du Hui had not discovered him, and he was instantly overjoyed.
"My lord..."
Xi Lan had not expected Du Hui to make such a request, for she had planned everything to welcome him.
Before Xi Lan could speak, the black shadow suddenly scattered as if struck by something.
The black mist drifted over the pool of blood and condensed once again.
"Who's there!"
"Your grandpa!"
"Xue Yuan!"
Du Hui accurately called out the name, and with careful listening, one could tell there was a grinding of teeth in his voice.
"You're still alive!"
Du Hui didn't know where Xue Yuan was and could only intuitively look in a certain direction, his alertness skyrocketing.
How could he be here!
Xue Yuan's voice slowly rose: "If you're not dead, of course, I'm alive!"