"Who exactly are you?"
Qing Shuang asked sharply, her voice trembling slightly,
"Why are you here? What's your purpose?"
The robed figures remained silent, seemingly soulless puppets.
Suddenly, they launched another attack, their moves more ruthless, as if aiming for a quick resolution.
Luo Chen and Qing Shuang dared not be careless, once again engaging in battle, but this time they kept an eye on Mo Han's movements.
Mo Han stood in place, as if his soul had been taken away, his mind constantly flashing scenes from the Crystal Ball.
He saw his father, a handsome and dignified man, leading a group in a life-and-death struggle against the Blood Ghost Sect.
The scene shifted to Mo Han's father being surrounded by Blood Ghost Sect henchmen, severely injured, his clothes stained with blood.
He entrusted the young Mo Han to a woman, that gentle and strong woman, who was Mo Han's mother.
