At this moment, Wang Mang had already arrived in a city.
Looking at the vast city, Wang Mang's eyes lit up with bursts of light.
Just then, he suddenly felt someone watching him.
Looking in the direction of the gaze, he saw a youth dressed in a dark Daoist robe standing beside the entrance of an inn named Jade Rinse Pavilion, staring fixedly at him.
Deep and profound waves rippled in the youth's eyes, and between his brows was an air of valor.
A head of jet-black hair made the youth appear exceptionally composed.
He stood still, like a statue, just staring at Wang Mang.
Seeing this, Wang Mang couldn't help but frown as he sensed the youth's realm and aura.
The ninth level of the Eternal Realm?
For a moment, Wang Mang's look toward the youth was filled with a hint of surprise.
Such peerless talents of the ninth level of the Eternal Realm were indeed rare to see.
But such a large world should not have given rise to such a talent.
