Kameta Koji suddenly turned around and looked toward the source of the voice: "Who goes there?"
*Whoosh!*
As soon as Kameta Koji’s voice faded, a cold gust of wind blew past. Emerging into everyone’s sight was an old man with a hunched, petite frame. His face was covered in deep wrinkles, and his head was dotted with sparse white hair. The old man leaned on a withered cane, with a filthy, oversized sack tied around his waist.
Chapter 407