Listening to the words of Qingyang Immortal Monarch, Qin Chuan pondered for a moment before suddenly speaking.
"Can it be done by Misfortune? Can Misfortune achieve it?"
"Misfortune?" Qingyang Immortal Monarch was taken aback for a moment. "What is that?"
"A greyish-black aura that can affect the races at the rank of Heavenly Dome, controlling them to become like walking corpses." Qin Chuan briefly described the existence of Misfortune, observing Qingyang Immortal Monarch's still clueless expression; a sinking feeling hit him.
"Was there not such a thing before?"
"No," Qingyang Immortal Monarch shook his head. "At least, I have never heard of it."
Qin Chuan couldn't help but rub his cheeks.
He had thought that a conversation with Qingyang Immortal Monarch would answer many of his questions. While some were indeed answered, many became even more uncertain.
The death of the Manager had brought a fresh change to this millennia-old clan war.
