The man was dressed in ragged clothes, his appearance no different from that of a human. However, the ghostly aura emanating from him was heavy, a kind of power completely different from the internal energy of human cultivators. Just by this alone, one could tell he was not human.

This was the main basis for distinguishing between humans and the Ghost Clan.

He appeared to be in his twenties, his gaze sweeping around, a hint of confusion in his eyes as if he didn't quite understand his current situation.

"I've woken up, the chance to leave this place has come."