Youu. He stood behind him, hands clasped behind his back, his expression wooden. His eyes were fixed on him, unblinking.
Jiang Jichen jumped in fright.
He had no idea when Youu had appeared.
From the looks of it, he seemed to have been standing there for a very, very long time.
And yet, he hadn't sensed a thing.
He possessed a Seven-Colored Divine Soul Spiritual Thought, after all.
In the Six Paths Illusion Realm, no one should have been able to appear beside him so silently.
"Youu, are you a ghost? When did you get here?"
"Don't you know you'll scare someone to death, appearing silently like a Ghostly Soul?"
Jiang Jichen immediately launched into a tirade.
He was extremely agitated, his pride wounded.
"Forget."
However, no matter how agitatedly Jiang Jichen berated him, Youu didn't even raise an eyelid, coolly uttering a single word.
Shit!
Hearing Youu's response, Jiang Jichen nearly flew into a rage.
