Until the strong wind hit his face, Tang De finally raised his head, looking at the pair of silver wings descending from the sky.
Mierliu Ximi Si folded his wings and gradually transformed into a Fairy shape before landing; with long hair draped over his shoulders, he calmly gazed at the Undead—had he not remembered the appearance of the being in life, he might have instantly reduced it to ashes.
"I said," Anluose spoke quietly, his voice quite indifferent: "Don't come here again, look at yourself now, Tang De."
The flame within the skull's eye sockets dimmed slightly.
"Sorry," Tang De replied, "for troubling you again, respected Lord Mierliu Ximi Si."
It bowed slightly.
Anluose remained silent, only furrowing his brows briefly. Suddenly, he asked, "Do you know Ade?"
"That young man?" Tang De suddenly recalled the events at Aimumu Fortress, but he shook his head: "I haven't come for that matter."
"I know."
"I found him." Tang De suddenly said.
The forest fell silent.
