Xu Xiaoshou still wanted to speak, but Storyteller grabbed his hand and, without another word, vanished into concealment.
"Who was that?"
Appearing in another pocket of space, Xu Xiaoshou could not suppress his curiosity and asked.
"Wang Big Hammer, head of the Physical Division, one of the Holy Spirit Hall's Six Divisions."
As Storyteller explained, he dragged Xu Xiaoshou's hand and moved in one fixed direction. "You know Yu Lingdi, right? They hold the same position, except that old man was from Yu Lingdi's father's generation."
A chill ran through Xu Xiaoshou's heart. He asked again, "Taixu?"
"Mm."
That single "mm" nearly sent Xu Xiaoshou reeling.
Yu Lingdi was only a Throne! Could this hunchbacked old man, a Taixu, possibly be the same?
"Come, we're going somewhere. Someone will meet us there..."
Storyteller had become anxious after seeing Wang Big Hammer.
He realized that the Holy Spirit Hall's movements this time were likely enormous. If Gou Wuyue was not leading them, then the combat strength they had deployed was very likely of an exceedingly high grade.
They had to leave at once.
But halfway through his words, he suddenly stopped.
At the end of the sparsely populated street, another tall, imposing man in armor emerged after turning the corner.
Xu Xiaoshou's eyelids narrowed as he spoke gravely. "And this one?"
"Damn it, another one..."
Storyteller drew a deep breath. "Head of the War Division, Teng Shanhai!"
Crazy, wasn't it? Hearing that this was another of the Six Division heads, Xu Xiaoshou felt dizzy.
During his earlier observation outside the trade fair, he had not sensed this many powerful figures at all!
These people had hidden themselves far too well.
Likewise, comparing this to Gou Wuyue's formation at the White Cavern last time, he could plainly understand just how immense the