Cao Zhen had just flown out of the cave and immediately saw a cultivator wearing the same Darkish Demonic Sect attire. His heart skipped a beat; although he had transformed into the other's appearance, the problem was that he didn't even know the other's name, let alone their habits or spells.
The demonic cultivator opposite furrowed his brow and said discontentedly, "What were you doing running into the cave?"
"I..." Cao Zhen turned his head and stretched out a hand, pointing at the direction of the cave and dragging out his words. Not only did he not know how the other liked to speak, he didn't even know the sound of the other's voice. He could only speak less, hoping the person in front of him would interrupt him.
