Lin Xuan was stunned at the sight of the figure.
He nearly cried out in surprise.
For he had seen that strangely enchanting face before, it was in the space of the Great Dragon Sword Soul.
Lin Xuan would not forget the sight of a young man in a black robe, with an otherworldly charm, not far from the Great Dragon Sword Soul.
However, he had not expected to see this person here.
"Who is this guy, and why is he on Yan Shan's body, wrapped in bandages?"
"Could he be a puppet?"
"What's the connection between Yan Shan and the Great Dragon Sword?"
"And who is the black-robed man in the Great Dragon Sword Soul Space?"
In an instant, countless thoughts arose in Lin Xuan's mind.
Buzz!
Suddenly, the demonic-looking man opened his eyes and fixated on Lin Xuan.
A sinister smile appeared on his pale face.
"Hehe..."
"I can sense the scent of the Great Dragon Sword," the demonic man whispered in a barely audible voice.
"Please, my lord, make your move."
