Half an hour later.
In a small grove to the west of Guanghan City, a flash of earth-yellow light appeared on the ground, revealing a human figure. It was the middle-aged man in the yellow robe.
He appeared, scanning his surroundings for a while. Not finding any signs of being followed, he sighed in relief and sat cross-legged on the ground, not minding the dirt, an expression of annoyance crossing his face.
"The episodes have been occurring more frequently lately, happening once every month. If this continues, my soul will truly be devoured..." the man in the yellow robe muttered to himself in an almost imperceptible voice.
But in the next moment, his face changed, and he abruptly stood up. His gaze was as sharp as a knife as he looked towards the outskirts of the grove, and he spoke coldly:
"Who's there? Show yourself!"
