Corpse King Long You stood quietly on the branch of a towering tree.
His posture was upright yet steeped in a boundless sense of desolation. With his hands clasped behind his back, he resembled an ancient, forgotten statue. A gentle breeze swept past, causing the leaves to rustle. The sound was like countless departed souls weeping softly, while the surrounding mist grew dense and impenetrable, shrouding the woods in a chilling haze.
A few threads of light struggled to pierce the mist, casting mottled shadows that only served to make the forest appear all the more eerie and terrifying. Long You's gaze was somewhat vacant as he muttered to himself, "How... remarkably similar."
Chapter 58