Park Dongxu turned his head, looking in the direction of the main hall, bowing slightly with an expression of utmost reverence on his face, he respectfully called out, "Teacher."
Lin Mo and Yingzi also turned their gaze toward the main hall. From the dark doors, akin to the gates of Hell, slowly emerged an old man with disheveled white hair, wearing a white Heavenly Master's robe and a tall hat. What was most astonishing was his body, which carried a certain degree of translucency; one could even see the buildings behind him through his chest.
"Master, what is that?" Yingzi asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.
The corners of Lin Mo's mouth curved slightly upwards as he murmured to himself, "Just as I suspected, he's already dead, what's left is nothing more than his soul."
