Wang Xian fixed his gaze on the figure whose aura felt strangely familiar, his mind relentlessly searching for where he had encountered that familiar presence before.
The next second, Wang Xian froze.
It was not that Wang Xian had found the owner of that familiar aura in his memories. Rather, the figure's aura had changed.
Then, before Wang Xian's stunned eyes, the figure gave him the middle finger. Without giving Wang Xian any chance to react, it vanished right before him.
The middle finger?
Wang Xian stood there blankly before he could not help but laugh.
An acquaintance!
Sure enough, it was an acquaintance!
Though presumably, not a friendly one!
Wang Xian's divine sense continuously searched the area where the figure had disappeared, yet he found no trace at all.
Shaking his head slightly, Wang Xian firmly memorized that familiar aura. The next time he sensed it, he definitely would not let that person get away.
The only pity was that he could not figure out who the owner of that familiar aura was.
After thinking carefully, Wang Xian felt that person must have been someone insignificant in the past. Otherwise, he would not have failed to remember him.
Not long afterward, Xiong Jun, Xiong Shan, and Xiong Feng emerged from the Primordial World. The moment they spotted Wang Xian, they ran toward him with excited expressions.
"Old Wang, I missed you so much!"
Xiong Jun shouted as he tried to give Wang Xian a hug.
Then...
Xiong Jun's body traced a graceful arc through the air before smashing into the ground some distance away.
"Nicely done!"
Wang Xian looked at Mao Tu as she withdrew her right leg and praised her without reservation.
Xiong Shan and Xiong Feng glanced at Xiong Jun, who was sprawled flat on the ground