Pavilion
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
That person was facing away from Han Sen. He was leaning against the railing of the pavilion. It looked as if he was admiring the flowers and the grass around.
"My name is Han Sen," Han Sen said while squeezing his fists. "I have wandered into this place by accident. If I have offended you, please forgive me."
After his encounter with the death angel, Han Sen did not dare use his Dongxuan Aura to peep into people in case something happened.
In a hellhole like that, it was best for him not to do anything he was uncertain about.
The person was still sitting where he was not doing anything. It was like he had not heard Han Sen.
Han Sen shouted a few times, but the man did not respond. He thought it was weird, so he walked into the garden and asked, "Are you in some kind of trouble? Do you require my help?"
He was in Sacred. He was not going to walk around willy-nilly. He had to explore that holy garden.