The next day was Sunday. Hao Ren got up early and jogged on the beach before practicing the fundamental boxing techniques six times. Then, he drove the Ferrari to Zhao Hongyu's studio.
In the early Sunday morning, the East Ocean City was so quiet as if it had not woken up yet. Hao Ren looked around the quiet office buildings as he drove into the Art District.
The shell of the deserted factory shielded the entire Art District, and the atmosphere was cold and bleak.
Suddenly, two dashes of light flashed by in the sky.
If Hao Ren's senses weren't a lot sharper than ordinary people, he wouldn't have caught them.
On clear days, the dragon cultivators were not allowed to fly in the low sky.
This rule appeared in Hao Ren's mind.
Judging from the fast speed of the two dashes of light, Hao Ren knew that they were at least cultivators on Zhen-level.
