Those attempting to pry into Xiao Ming's depths would ultimately find themselves disappointed.
No matter how much they focused, all they could perceive was a hazy, otherworldly mystery.
It was as if he were both present and absent at the same time—an unfathomable existence, unpredictable yet unshakably steady.
This contradiction was so complex that even the most perceptive among them found it impossible to make sense of.
However, a select few took note of him, committing his presence to memory. It was not a matter of strength—regardless of the disparity between them, they instinctively regarded him as a potential rival.
Their wariness toward him had been etched into their subconscious.
Seeing such a reaction amused Xiao Ming.
With the Ancient Dao Body, it was only natural that he remained impervious to their attempts. Trying to scrutinize him was a futile endeavor—an ant attempting to grasp the vastness of the heavens.
