"Xiu'er?!" Wang Xuan immediately sensed it. It was the saint-level lingering aura Hong Xiu had left behind. He could scarcely believe it.
Back then, after they returned from the Beast Emperor's expedition, they had gathered for only a short while before Hong Xiu hurriedly bid them farewell. She vanished completely, leaving no trace anywhere in the entire Supernatural Center. No one knew where she had gone.
Though she was an acquaintance and they were close, Wang Xuan still hid himself at the first opportunity, concealing himself in the depths of the mist.
Because a simple lingering trace of mental power contained no small amount of information. Hong Xiu was summoning the saints; she was not setting out alone.
Some old men had been lying dormant and ultimately never left, hiding in the Old Supernatural Center? Wang Xuan's expression turned grave. What were they trying to do? Was there some secret involved, some kind of truth?
Wu, You, and the others—could it be that none of them had died, and all had returned to the Old Supernatural Center? What had they been plotting afterward?
Wang Xuan could not help but think too much. Too many people had gone missing back then. They might not all have vanished. From the saints to that group of old monsters in the Deadly Peril, every one of them had disappeared. It was impossible that they had all died, right? They could only have hidden themselves far too deeply.
He remained proper and well-behaved, quietly staying motionless within the mist as he began playing dead on the spot.
Twenty-eight years ago, while crossing the sea of stars in the Real World, he had felt every Mythical Universe go dark. The whole world had fallen silent. Alone and unbearably lonely and bored, he had once made a