The old man in plain clothes had an indifferent expression, and the unique wrinkles and scars on his face showed that he often ventured into stormy regions, enduring the washing of chaotic aura.
He is a strong presence, unquestionably strong. At least a presence on the level of the Three-legged Golden Crow Ancestor Ya.
"It seems you have a lot of confidence in yourself. Entering the Eternal Sea, without concealing your presence at all," the old man in plain clothes said indifferently.
"Why should I hide?" Fan Wubing asked with a smile.
The old man in plain clothes said, "This is not twenty thousand years ago. Your so-called vision of resisting fate has long left solid ground and become a castle in the air. Many eyes are watching you. You can probably see their thoughts in their eyes."
Fan Wubing looked through the teahouse window at the dome of Wang Liang Daoist Immortal City.
