Su Guanhai did not turn around, he slightly furrowed his brow, recognizing the owner of those familiar footsteps.
What made him frown was the faint smell of blood lingering on that person.
The owner of those footsteps stopped beside him, then imitated his gesture and slowly squatted down. With that person's movement, the bloody scent grew stronger.
Su Guanhai finally turned his head to look at his junior brother, his gaze helpless.
"When did you become so unreliable? I sent you to investigate the Demon Sect's traces, but instead you disappeared for half a month and returned in such a battered state."
The man beside him had ordinary features, the kind that wouldn't stand out in a crowd.
Only his eyes, bright with an aged expression as if buffeted by storms, revealing he was a man with a story.
