Please, sir, save me!
Please, sir, save me!
Wang Ming looked at the elderly man kowtowing and begging for help in front of him, feeling extremely curious. He was sitting by the river fishing, but he had used spells to conceal himself.
Even a Grand Luo Golden Immortal who wanted to see him would have to be within very close proximity.
As a result, someone had somehow managed to spot him out of nowhere.
Listening to the old man's continuous cries for rescue, Wang Ming raised his head and swept his gaze across the surrounding area.
Then, Wang Ming spotted a group of the most elite armored soldiers of this era rushing down the road about six or seven hundred meters behind the old man.
Faced with this situation, Wang Ming naturally deduced what the old man was asking for.
He increased the mana output of his Heavenly Eye once again to carefully examine the background of the people riding over on horseback.
He wanted to see if they were Emperor-level powerhorses wielding Qi.
After scanning them a few times, he thoroughly confirmed that they were merely robust ordinary humans.
Who are you?
Wang Ming stopped the old man from continuing his bowing actions and asked him.
The old man was startled by the sudden appearance of a person, but quickly reacted: Please, sir, save me!
Wang Ming directly released his hold on the old man's arm, turned around, sat down by the riverbank once more, held his fishing rod, and spoke with his back to the old man: First tell me, how did you know I was here?
The very instant he supported the old man, Wang Ming had probed that the old man possessed no mana whatsoever. In terms of physical constitution, he was just an ordinary