The woman looked up at the bald man who was absorbed in his book.
It was bad enough that the man's head was unbelievably smooth, but it was actually somewhat reflective!
Although his features were handsome, his temperament made him look like a fool no matter how one saw it...
Most importantly, there was not the slightest fluctuation of spiritual energy on him, making him appear to be just an ordinary person.
"Could it be that he's not the one either? That's right, how could a true powerhouse be placed in such an obvious location... They must be under some kind of protection.
The praying mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind..."
The woman came to a conclusion.
Just then, the woman looked up at the starry sky, where a massive meteorite floated, slowly revolving around the blue planet.
On the meteorite, Feng Tu was sitting cross-legged with a long sword lying across his knees, his eyes closed, attuning to the aura of the broken sword in his hand...
