Wang Wei sat in the empty room alone and left his thoughts. He wished nothing more than to see her to be here. Even if she did not say her word, her presence alone would have improved the situation. He sighed as he focused.
There are two possible explanations for his parent's disciples, but he did not like any of them. The first is that his enemy took it, and the other is his future self. But regardless of the truth, he hated the sense of powerlessness he felt at the situation.
He looked at his palm and clenched it. "Paragon-level strength is not enough. In novels about the Prehistoric Era, there was a famous saying on Earth, which says that everyone is an ant in the eyes of the [Saints]. This statement can now be applied to these transcending beings.'
