Pressing Forward

After the small meeting ended, there was a small-scale "family banquet."

The centenarian Zhou Zhengde shook off the reporters and hangers-on, then cheerfully joined the group of "young people" to eat, drink, and joke around.

Although Wang Jixuan looked calm as he reminisced with everyone, chatted, and guided Red Snake, Wu Man, and the others in their cultivation,

he had been thinking about the group of experts Wu Man and Peony had reported.

Seven or eight people had suppressed more than a dozen opponents.

If Wu Man had not promptly used the Beast Speech Ability to have the Blade Beast Tide surround and attack those seven or eight people, they would likely have suffered severe casualties.

Integration Realm cultivators?

Where had they come from?

Warriors sent by an Advanced Civilization?

Then why was this Advanced Civilization looking for that remnant soul?

Wang Jixuan knew clearly that he could not possibly have any other past lives.

In other words, the Source of Psionic Energy in this world might not consist of him alone.

When Wang Jixuan looked ahead, all he saw was layer upon layer of mist.

That finger strike had already left him utterly bewildered. He had not expected another new problem to arise now.

They were looking for him, but did he not also want to find them?

Still, Wang Jixuan's Dao Realm was not especially high at present. If those seven or eight people had not concealed their strength, dealing with them would not be too difficult. But if they had hidden their strength, he would truly be in some trouble.

Hmm, I also need to consider whether they might summon even stronger enemies.

Having witnessed that immortal's finger strike head-on, Wang Jixuan did not dare let down his guard in the slightest against these unknown enemies.

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