Fan Lang greeted them, but received no response. Sword Xiaoyao and Tang Ke remained seated where they were, ignoring him completely.
Fan Lang waited for a while and observed the situation. He sensed two powerful thoughts colliding in the air, and only then understood that these two experts were sparring with their thoughts.
They were busy, so it was only natural that they ignored him. There was nothing to complain about. Having come to someone else's territory, he should follow their lead.
"I wouldn't dare disturb you two seniors. I'll wait quietly to the side."
Fan Lang stepped forward and circled to the other side, keeping a certain distance from the two experts. The three formed a triangle. He sat directly on the ground and closed his eyes to rest.
After some time, the system finished rebooting. That familiar power returned, and Fan Lang's aura suddenly surged, like adding fuel to the fire.
Waiting around like this was truly dull. Fan Lang boldly said, "The clash between you two seniors must be extraordinarily intense. This junior wishes to watch from the side. I wonder if you would mind?"
One was a swordsman, and one was a saber wielder. Both remained silent.
"Since neither of you has spoken, I'll take that as tacit approval." Fan Lang spoke to himself, then released his thoughts and connected them to the thought world of Sword Xiaoyao and Tang Ke.
This was quite risky, equivalent to stepping directly onto the battlefield!
Fan Lang immersed himself in the world of thoughts and transformed into a Thought Body. He felt the stars shift and the world spin, and suddenly, his vision opened up.
This was a thought world resembling a living hell. It was vast and boundless. The land was scarred beyond recognition, while dark clouds filled