The man was tall, but very thin; his clothes hung loose over his body, and an odd wooden mask covered most of his face, almost wrapping his entire head.
Both of his wrists were shackled with chains, which were welded to the inner walls of the palanquin, and his waist was tightly bound with a binding belt, secured to the seat behind him.
His feet were even more horrifying, locked in place by a piece of jet-black wood like a stocks, and in the dim environment, the black wood emitted an eerie sheen.
Yang Xiao immediately realized that this piece of stocks was not ordinary; it was a Magic Artifact.
And anyone who could be bound by a Magic Artifact must be an Angel Envoy; this man was most likely a high-level Apostle.
But this was unrelated to Yang Xiao's concerns; he was only interested in clues about the Ghost Lantern.
