The clear sky, in Wu Xiaoshan's eyes, seemed as if it were blanketed by dark clouds.
Gloomy clouds tumbled, like a ferocious ghost face churning in the air.
Damn it, why is there such a heavy aura of evil spirits?
That day at the furniture factory, he hadn't looked at the sky.
Now standing outside, the scene he saw through the Qiankun Eye utterly shocked him.
"Little Immortal, you've finally come!"
After calling Wu Xiaoshan, Zhao Liansheng had been waiting for him in the guardroom.
Seeing Wu Xiaoshan's Audi A4, he hurried out to meet him.
"Factory Manager Zhao."
After greeting, Wu Xiaoshan's gaze once again turned toward the sky.
"Little Immortal, what... what are you looking at?"
Wu Xiaoshan looked up at the sky with a grave expression that made Zhao Liansheng feel puzzled.
To him, an ordinary person, the sky looked just like the normal sky.
"Xiaoshan, what are you looking at?"
