The elegy in his ears gradually dissipated and was replaced by a slightly friendly call.
The call seemed to have some magical power that pulled Jian Wushuang, who was on the verge of death, back from his fallen divine consciousness.
He unwillingly opened his eyes and saw a thin face.
He sobered up in an instant and his subconscious reaction made him move back a few feet. He looked at the old man in plain white with vigilance.
The thin old man did not blame Jian Wushuang for his rudeness. He stood up with a smile and introduced himself, "Hello, Little Guy, my name is Shi Ting."
Without any carelessness, Jian Wushuang thought for a moment and said, "Greetings, Old Sir."
To be able to appear here and not be from the Divine Life Palace, these two factors alone were enough to make Jian Wushuang raise his vigilance to the highest level.
