Tristan Xuan had already heard the shouts of killing coming from outside the cave, and the gravel on the surrounding rock walls was shaken to pieces.
Sebastian Sheng pressed his temples hard: "If it were you, what would you do?"
He didn't open his eyes when he spoke. He seemed to be asking Tristan Xuan, or someone in the void who refused to show up but was always watching them.
Tristan Xuan looked towards the entrance of the cave. In Sebastian Sheng's memory, this cave was not the shaman's tomb that it later became, nor was it buried underground.
A faint light reflected from the entrance of the hole, making his face half-dark, revealing clear and smooth bone traces under the skin, creating a texture like stone sculpture, and it suddenly no longer looked like a flesh and blood body.
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