Chapter 204 - 192: White Clothed Ghost Appoints Black Warrior as General
He was determined to be a 'youth' based on his voice and physique.
He was donned in neat and orderly warrior attire, his physique tall and slender, but like fresh new bamboo, he emitted the aura of the innocence of youth. Black robes like ink, black hair like ink, tied high. Around his waist hung a sabre, long and slim. He raised his head slowly, and upon his face was a snow white mask with a crescent smile.
Balls after balls of black mist took shape amidst hissing and wailing, all sucked cleanly into the array within that white clothed man's sleeve, like he was taking in an entire river into a small jaded case. As for that young man, he remained steady and still within that chaotic black whirlwind. The white clothed man asked, "Who were you calling?"
That black clad youth was still down on one knee, submissive like a servant but also like he was swearing an oath, and he answered, "I was calling you, Your Royal Highness."
That white clothed man said coldly, "I'm not the Royal Highness."
However, that black clad youth replied, "You are. I will never forget your voice and your form."
The voice of that white clothed man was now laced with anger, "I told you, I'm not him."
This white clothed man was naturally Xie Lian who had donned the funeral garb and put on the cry-smiling mask.
With his face hidden behind the mask, no one could recognize who he was, and he didn't want to be recognized either. Yet, on this battlefield, a drifting black warrior still called him by his identity straight out.
Suddenly, that white silk band wrapped on Xie Lian's expansive sleeve lunged out like a viper, charging towards that black clad youth. Although from the looks of it, it was a soft and limp white cloth, but when it attacked it was savage, its aura of evil blasting. It seemed that black clad youth was about to be bound, but he suddenly reached out and firmly grabbed hold of that white silk band.
One end of that white silk band was wrapped around Xie Lian's wrist, the other wrapped on that black clad youth's wrist, and the silk band itself was pulling taut gradually. It wasn't that it didn't want to break away, but that black clad youth had kept a tight hold on it, like it was squeezing a venomous snake at its fatal point, and from his hand emitted endless chilling air.