Qi Yuan turned towards the source of the voice, feeling a sharp edge cutting through the air.
He looked closely, finding an affable old man as the source.
However, the old man struck Qi Yuan as rather strange.
It was as though... he was not a living being.
Suddenly, a warning flashed in his eyes. He guarded Xiao Jia behind him, wielding his longsword and facing off against the elderly man.
"You are a demonic spirit!" he declared.
Qi Yuan discerned that the old man's body was hollow, essentially just a human skin.
Seeing this, the old man still bore a affable smile, "I could be considered a demonic spirit, but also not."
Qi Yuan scrutinized the old man again.
He sensed an intense metallic aura radiating from the elder.
A suspicion arose in his mind.
The old man then explained, "I have long forgotten my name from my previous life.
After being devoured by an outside evil spirit, I died, leaving behind only a husk.