Ye Tianyi looked ahead.
It was like watching a stage play: the surroundings were pitch-black, then suddenly, lights shone down on a particular spot. A figure sat upon what looked like a throne, his right hand gripping the hilt of a sword embedded in the ground. To Ye Tianyi, he appeared as a shadowy figure, yet he carried the aura of a king.
Ye Tianyi cupped his fists. "Senior."
"Mm."
The expert stood and slowly walked over to Ye Tianyi.
Ye Tianyi watched him.
"Kid, you truly amaze this venerable. This venerable has watched your every move along the way. This venerable also does not understand why you seem to regard these ruins as though you created them yourself, as if you have every detail along the way completely under your control. Can you tell this venerable why?"
The expert looked at Ye Tianyi and spoke calmly.
He wore a mask, so Ye Tianyi could not see his face. Judging from his voice, though, he sounded like a middle-aged man in his thirties.
He was definitely terrifyingly powerful.
"So, Senior will believe whatever I say?"
"You may tell me."
Ye Tianyi smiled. "Then I'd better not say anything."
"Hahaha—"
The expert laughed, then slowly paced about.
Ye Tianyi watched him.
This was merely a strand of his divine consciousness, yet before Ye Tianyi's eyes, he even felt as though this were a real person. It was just that exaggerated. In any case, Ye Tianyi had never encountered such a situation before.
"Do you know where the powerful aura here comes from?"
The expert asked calmly.
"I don't know, which is why I came here."
Ye Tianyi said.
He turned to look at Ye Tianyi.
"You really know how to irritate people when you speak, kid."
"I couldn't exactly say I