At this moment, the feather-robed man felt the entire world had gone mad.
The Nine Heavens Foundation Building nine layers, even during the most prosperous era of the Human Race, those peerless geniuses, Buddha's Children, and Taoist Children, could not reach such a state.
What virtue and ability did the Human Race now possess, to give birth to such a prodigy? He thought many things in an instant.
For a long time, a long time.
The feather-robed man, with a heavy expression and a hoarse voice, spoke, "Your Excellency, who exactly are you?"
You noticed? But Liang Hui never hid himself from the beginning to end.
The youth picked up the teacup and took a sip.
"City Lord, what do you think?"
"Not from the Demon Tribe, because there's no need, everything of the Human Race has already been wrung dry."
Is it our ancestor, reliving a lifetime?" The man's body trembled slightly, his demeanor excited, his eyes filled with anticipation.
