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"The genius you spoke of has already arrived," Virgil Harvey turned and looked behind him.
At the same time, under the guidance of the staff, David Jones slowly pushed open the massive door.
In the next instant, he felt countless curious gazes fixed on him, one of which seemed to belong to an elusive and superior God Spirit.
David furrowed his brows lightly and followed his perception to "see," only to find a figure standing still and sizing him up with interest.
His face was angular, his looks were average, and he was wearing a short-sleeved shirt without any logo, his indifferent expression showing only minor emotional fluctuations.
Anyone would think this man was just an ordinary uncle that could be seen everywhere.
However, David's body stiffened slightly as if he were facing an insurmountable foe.
"Not bad perception!" Deity Ott's attention was on David, admiring him inwardly.
