"I'm not content... I'm not content!"
Lin Canglang struggled on the ground, howling, and during his struggle, he finally made out the black figure.
The voluminous black robe covered his entire body, even the head was masked by a Ghost Mask, hideous and terrifying.
Upon seeing, one could only make out a pair of eyes, a pair that defied description in words.
Within those eyes were filled with peculiar runes that seemed not to be from this world.
The black-robed figure stared at Lin Canglang, his gaze devoid of any emotion, yet it possessed a sort of wisdom deep as the mysteries of Heaven and Earth.
Finally, the black-robed figure spoke slowly, "You, are not yet dead."
His voice was extremely calm, tranquil like the surface of a lake without a single ripple, even capable of soothing the soul and the mind.
The panicked Lin Canglang calmed down instantly, even the terrifying oppressive sensation disappeared in a flash.