"Junior brother, you truly have patience, chasing after me relentlessly for a full century!" Qingtian wore ragged Daoist robes, his hair unkempt and face smudged so that his features were barely discernible. A dense aura of death emanated from his body!
This was the result of coming into constant contact with corpses year after year! His vital life force flickered like a dying candle, all but extinguished!
"Damn it, so it was this freak controlling them all!"
Chapter 72