In the pitch-black cave, you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
Yu Shujun sat by the damp and slippery stone wall, one leg bent, an arm casually resting on his knee, his face cold, quietly observing a certain spot in the darkness.
Drip, drip—
The sound of water dripping from the stalactites constantly reached his ears.
The sound was faint, but for Yu Shujun, as long as he concentrated, it was enough to gauge the movements of the enemies around him.
But Yu Shujun, who was supposed to be focused on the task, was unexpectedly distracted at this moment.
His brow slightly furrowed, the pattern on his neck seemed to always have a faint warm feeling, making it hard to ignore.
He opened the character chat box from the system and clicked on a name—[Master-Self-Righteous Fool].
Their chat history wasn't extensive, the last message was sent at the Wenna Guild Office when Shao Ling appeared—
