The leaves crumbled into a cloud of dust, and from within the haze, a figure emerged.
He wore a snow-white cloak draped over his shoulders, its fur collar casting a pallor upon his already deathly pale skin. His slender, elegant fingers pinched a vibrant rose. As the dust swirled around him, he remained entirely unblemished. He twirled the flower before his nose, his fingers dancing, and let out a soft, sinister laugh.
"Qin Tianliang, Xu Haozhou, Zhang Longling, and that old dog Duanmu—hardly the biggest fish in the sea, but not exactly minnows, either. This trip was worth it."
Chapter 428