Shock, anger, hatred, murderous intent, sorrow...
Almost every negative emotion in the world surged within the man known as Hakuji.
Muzan remained seated on the floor, not turning back, nor choosing to speak to him. He simply sat there in silence, motionless... feeling the trembling of the human beside him.
Hakuji's clothes were soaked, his short black hair damp, small droplets still rolling off the strands. Clearly, he had run all the way back like a madman.
Chapter 59