The four-grade defensive talisman on his body—had he been in his prime—would not have caught his eye in the slightest. Yet after lurking for thousands of years, his residual soul had almost completely dissipated. If not for Yun Chen and the others accidentally stumbling in here, he would likely have faded into nothingness unnoticed.
Xia Ziyi said nothing.
At that moment, the face cast its gaze toward Yun Chen once again.
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