C162 He had returned it was fine to die a hundred times over

He came back and died a hundred times.

A deep, magnetic male voice, carrying some sharpness and boundless anger, suddenly sounded out at the side of the stream. It was very familiar but also very unfamiliar, yet it drew shallow ripples in An Su's calm heart.

Along with these words, another person walked out from within the forest. That person was dressed in a brocade robe