The straw mat was suddenly flipped open, and the man rose to his feet.
It was a tall man with a head of gray-white hair that fell to the side of his feet, harboring only a slice of icy stiffness within his deep blue eyes.
"You… you…"
Upon the man's appearance, Shan Long was initially startled, but upon clearly seeing who it was, and especially after noticing the absence of any Ghost Power on the newcomer, Shan Long's arrogance flared up again.
"Kid, are you tired of living, daring to play tricks on my turf?"
"Your turf?"
The man lifted his gaze without showing any interest in actually looking at Shan Long.
"Indeed, my turf, all of this area belongs to me."
Shan Long boasted shamelessly.
"A mere earthworm, and you dare to claim territory."
The man gave a snort of disdain.
As soon as he finished speaking, Shan Long's body shook.
