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In the deep, hazy depths of another land, the image of Pang Jian slowly emerged.
Clothed in black, his sharp-featured face exuded calmness and composure, as if he were strolling in his own backyard.
Now and then, a relaxed and contented smile played at the corners of his mouth, as though he had some insight.
Unlike the Ghost Mother, Zhu Ji, Li Wang, and others in that strange land, he did not show any signs of impatience or of being trapped.
In that otherworldly speck, the True Gods needed to gather Divine Power to clearly see his image.
It quickly became apparent that he had not summoned his Immortal Primordial Spirit, nor had he condensed a special Firm Cover to protect himself.
Clearly, the power that continuously infiltrated Li Wang and the others in the other land was friendly toward him.
Even, he was greatly enjoying the current environment.
Seeing his facial expressions and his air of effortless ease, everyone felt that he was... like a fish in water.
