They Had Met Before

In Jiang Wang's observation, there had been no figure standing ahead of him.

This figure, belonging to Zhang Linchuan, had not appeared in his field of vision before.

But now that he saw him, the sight didn't feel abrupt.

Then the man turned around and looked at Jiang Wang, his expression calm.

"Did you know that a gaze has weight?"

"On the street I just walked down, there were two hundred and eighty-six people in all. Ninety-seven of them glanced at me, and you were one of them. Only five people on the entire street turned around to look in my direction. You were one of those five, too."

"And now, I've seen you again."

"Although you've put on a bamboo hat and a cloak, your gait, your confident air, even the certainty with which you hold your sword, all tell me the same thing—we've met again. And this is after you deliberately took such a long detour, trying so hard to be sneaky about it."

His voice was gentle. "Do you have anything to explain?"

Jiang Wang rubbed the hilt of his sword, then raised his head to look at him. "Do you need an explanation?"

At his words, thousands of Soul Hidden Snakes burst out viciously from every corner of the street! Each struck a different pose, their auras savage.

This was a battlefield of Divine Souls.

Jiang Wang immediately realized this was neither the Present World nor an illusion. His Divine Soul had been pulled into some mysterious place connected to Divine Souls. So he, too, summoned his Soul Hidden Snakes without hesitation.

Zhang Linchuan's mastery of Divine Souls was astonishingly profound. Without even realizing it, Jiang Wang had been drawn in and trapped here. It was terrifying.

But his own Divine Soul was surely no weakling,