Wang Shiheng was not proficient in methods of observation and deduction. In his eyes, this young man merely emitted a slightly denser aura than the other Black Zombies; he had not noticed anything particularly impressive.
Besides.
When Wang Shiheng saw this young man walking closely with Steward Huang at the Hundred Demon Gathering, he immediately used the "secret passage" to pull up all information related to him.
He had indeed been born on the same floating island as Steward Huang.
He had been arranged to live in the Oil Workshop District and had no direct dealings with the Imperial Court. His only indirect connection was working for a "Dragon Scenery Sorcerer," who had died not long ago, while the young man himself held no post in the Imperial Court.
To achieve Core Formation within a hundred days without much external assistance was truly inconceivable.
Now that it had been brought up, Wang Shiheng also wanted to see what this young man was capable of.
"Come on! Don't worry about this old man's legs. Even without them, there aren't many people in the entire military camp who can defeat me."
Han Dong immediately put down his teacup and rose from his seat, speaking with an awkward expression.
"Um... I'm not actually that formidable, and what I cultivate is a kind of 'self-preservation technique.' I'm not good at attacking."
"Since you are not good at attacking, then let this old man take the initiative and test you."
The wheelchair rolled toward Han Dong at a rather slow pace.
Seated in the wheelchair, Wang Shiheng, who resembled a decayed corpse, threw a punch at an even slower speed.
It looked slow, weak, and the arm throwing the punch was as thin as dry bones.
Yet through the special vision produced by the Doctor's