Fictitious

The musician was quite a handsome man in his thirties. Short black hair, a long coat, and some old-looking pants. No jewelry or weapons other than a simple flute hanging by his lips. But his white pupils were eerily eye-catching.

He saw Hao Xuan approach and pulled the flute away. His lips arched into a genial smile, one that made Hao Xuan think he was meeting an old friend instead of a stranger. There was a look of nostalgia in his eyes, and of sincerity.

And Hao Xuan could not hide the surprise and utter shock in his eyes.

"Welcome, little one," the Abyss Walker uttered joyfully.

*Crack*

Hao Xuan felt like his brain separated into two. One part was on fire while the other cold as ice. If someone had told him that his head was no longer attached to the rest of his body he would have no reason to doubt them right now.

The excruciating pain brought him to his knees at once.

"AAAHRGH!" he cried.

*Riiiip*