Marked by this world, Jiang Ming paid no heed to it.
Nor would he hide any longer.
Last time, it was because he wanted to assimilate the accumulation of the past; now that he had finished digesting, all that should have been improved had been improved, and there was no point in closed-door cultivation anymore.
It would be better to take this opportunity to gather some more resources to prepare for the search for the Secret Realm.
At this moment, however, Jiang Ming was somewhat puzzled; Li Changfeng was clearly a Twelfth Realm power, as for why he chose to hide in a city as a shopkeeper, he was unclear, but how could he not know of his existence?
In the last Genius War, the Great Qian Holy Dynasty was aware of the Descender.
Li Changfeng, as well as the powers of this world, simply regarded him as an Outer Realm Demon.
This did not make sense.
Perhaps it had something to do with the thousand-year deadline.
Jiang Ming had already begun to speculate.
