"Is that truly the query posed by the Head of the Undead Race?" The elderly figure standing before her exuded an air of affability, resembling the patriarch of a revered sect. The spiritual energy and emanating pressure cast a shadow over those present.
Yet, an unsettling feeling gnawed at her. She detected an aura of death emanating from this figure, akin to her own.
This was no living being.
While the Undead Race may be shrouded in an aura of death, they still possessed corporeal forms. This man, however, lacked even that.
"I am Elderly Man Xuan Zhen," he declared with a calm voice, yet his intimidating presence was aimed directly at the Head of the Undead Race, causing the others in the room to feel its weight.
"That is Elderly Man Xuan Zhen! We have a portrait of him, and this man matches it!" exclaimed some disciples with excitement.
