Tang Jing manipulated for a while, unlocking the hatch restrictions.
The hatch opened, and a plume of white mist billowed out. Tang Jing covered his mouth and nose, patiently waiting.
As the white mist gradually dissipated, he finally saw the figure within. His previously calm expression was immediately written over with astonishment.
This person wasn't unfamiliar to him, but this state was entirely foreign.
The body had become shriveled, as if drained of all vital fluids. The cracked, peeling lips bore the marks of one who hadn't consumed water in ages.
Tang Jing stared blankly at the spectacle before him, unable to comprehend what was happening.
Why was he here?
The person in front of him, despite the wrinkled skin and the appearance of a vampire long deprived of blood—frail and emaciated—that face was still unmistakably recognizable to Tang Jing—
Tang Xian.
