Chen Xiaolian and Miao Yan exchanged glances. They saw shock in each other’s eyes. 0

Surprisingly, the appearance of this man matched Miao Yan’s description of Osgiliath Rudolph, the eternal legend of the Players. 0

Duke Tulip!0

However… wasn’t he already dead?0

And he just said…0

This tombstone, he erected it for himself?0

More importantly, Chen Xiaolian did not sense any energy waves coming from his body. 0

Given Chen Xiaolian’s current level of strength, even if it was a mosquito behind him, he would immediately notice it. This man, however, with the exception of the words he spoke earlier, seemingly did not exist at all.0

“You are… Duke Tulip?” Miao Yan widened her eyes as she stared at the white-haired man. “You are still alive?”0

“I’ve already said it. I set up the tombstone for myself. Naturally, that meant I am already dead,” the white-haired man shook his head and replied with a faint voice. 0

He walked forward to stand before the tombstone. Then,...0