Mo Wen did not know that, a million miles away, there were two strange people who were constantly watching him.
"The outside human world? That is a hundred million miles away. With the young master's current flying release technique, he will most likely not make it out of here, even if he flies for another ten years."
The stern middle-aged man in gold said this as he raised his eyebrows. This was the remnant land of the Ancient Age. Although, in the Ancient Age, this distance would have been considered nothing, for the young master currently it was too huge. Even if he were given ten to twenty years' time, he would not necessarily be able to fly out of here.
