Looking at a Dead Man

At the entrance of an inconspicuous room in the bustling streets of Mingdu, a plainly dressed old man reclined leisurely in a lounge chair.

There was not the slightest fluctuation of Soul Power around him. He looked like an ordinary old man with no cultivation whatsoever.

It was afternoon, also the old man's favorite time of day. There were no disputes, no schemes and deceptions. Everywhere he looked was prosperous, filled with bustling crowds, as though granting new vitality to this old man nearing the end of his life.

Suddenly, the old man seemed to sense something and abruptly turned to look toward the due south of Mingdu.

That was where the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy stood, and something seemed to be happening there now.

"What dense Darkness Attribute!" The old man's eyes revealed shock, and his hands trembled slightly, as though he were excited—or recalling something.

"Is it that boy? Looks like he's run into trouble." After a brief emotional stir, the old man smiled and shook his head, returning to his calm demeanor.

Then, as if he had thought of something, he considered it briefly before vanishing from the lounge chair in an eerie manner.

Yet not a single one of the countless pedestrians nearby noticed this scene.

How could such ghostlike speed possibly be achieved by an ordinary old man?

Within the cramped space, dark energy surged almost violently toward Ye Chen. Energy from other places was even flowing through the only passageway into the laboratory.

It was as though the dark energy of heaven and earth was converging from all directions to pay homage to its ancestor.

Sheltered behind Ye Chen's wings, Yue stared intently at him, her pale violet eyes filled with wonder.

It seemed that every time they met, this boy