"Such powerful Dragon Qi!"
Wang Xuan stopped and gazed into the distance.
Since he had begun settling scores, this was the first time he had sensed such pure Dragon Clan energy on Otherworld's soil.
"The Dragon Clan has produced quite a remarkable figure in this generation."
The owner of that energy had clearly noticed Wang Xuan probing him. Rather than hide, he sent a strand of divine sense across the distance.
Within it came a middle-aged man's voice, calm and unhurried.
"Why don't we sit down and talk?"
Myriad Universes and Worlds!
Wang Xuan moved, leaving only a fading trace of light behind.
Following the divine sense, he stepped through layer upon layer of folded space and found the man's hiding place in the blink of an eye.
It was a silent, forbidden land.
At its center stood a middle-aged man.
His clothing was of an ancient style, from an age long forgotten. Its wide sleeves and long hem had lost their original color to time.
Gray-brown hair, naturally curled, hung loosely down his back.
His skin was almost sickly pale, as though he had not seen the sun in years. Yet his eyes were deep as the sea; one glance into them felt as though he could see straight through a person's soul.
Most striking of all was his left arm.
It was completely petrified, gray-white stone joined seamlessly to the flesh of his right side, without the slightest crack.
He had clearly set foot on the path of a Stone Man King, but for some reason had left the Demon City before his body fully petrified. Only that stone arm remained.
There was a contradiction in his bearing, too.
At first glance, he seemed gentle, even refined. But beneath that calm lurked a chill that made the blood