"Is this Vassily?" Zhao Ming found it rather strange. Their Special Affairs Administration database naturally contained information on Europe's Ability User organizations and Ability Users.
Aside from certain highly secretive figures, most Ability Users had files on record.
But according to the information in the files, if the person before them was Vassily, he was far too different from what Zhao Ming had expected.
Although Zhao Ming had never met Vassily before, the man in front of him had not the slightest Essence, Qi, and Spirit. He sat unconscious in a chair, looking like an old man. Yet he had been told that this was an outstanding Ability User, one with a special physical ability—the power of transformation—a double-S ability rating, and strength equivalent to a domestic Xiantian Second Order Ability User. How could this be him?
Could he be a fake?
Where was the imposing presence of someone equivalent to the Xiantian Realm? Where was the dominance of a transcendent Ability User? Why did he not look impressive at all, instead appearing just like an ordinary old man?
But who the hell would pretend to be an Ability User equivalent to a Xiantian Master? And get captured by Chen Gongfeng, a Xiantian Master, only to face imminent death?
Could it be...?
He did not dare think about it. He absolutely could not think that way.
Zhao Ming immediately cast the thought aside. Reputation was so important to a Consecrator that Chen Gongfeng would never capture the wrong person just to make a name for himself. Even if there was a mistake, it would be the captured person who was wrong, never the Consecrator.
Just as Zhao Ming was coming up with all kinds of excuses for Chen Mo, Chen Mo stepped forward and slapped Vassilly on the back of