Hua Yunfei looked at the Mitian True Spirit. It seemed that its previous master had truly been incomparably powerful.
The Nether Lord of the Dark World had been a fierce figure who dared to go head-to-head with the Thirty-Three Heavens, yet he had not been a match for the Mitian True Spirit's previous master and had even wanted to recruit him.
"Then does that mean the Mitian True Spirit and the Mitian Set were both stolen from that powerhouse? System Bro, come out and talk!" Hua Yunfei had only just realized the severity of the matter.
The system played dead and remained silent.
"Don't pull the same thing Wu De did before—wait until I reach the Thirty-Three Heavens, then suddenly come knocking." Hua Yunfei said.
No.
The system finally opened its golden mouth, its tone firm.
"Are you sure?" Hua Yunfei asked in return.
Certain beyond all doubt.
"You're that confident? Why? Back when I went to the Immortal World, didn't Wu De come knocking? Logically speaking, a powerhouse of that level would definitely be able to sense the Mitian Set on me. Why wouldn't he come to take it back?"
The Mitian Set was an unranked set, with few battle armaments in the world able to compare to it. It was extraordinarily powerful. Hua Yunfei could not understand why its previous master had not come to reclaim such a magical artifact.
Don't ask why. In any case, he cannot possibly come for it. If he does, then ghosts have appeared in broad daylight.
"If he does come?" Hua Yunfei sensed hidden meaning in the system's words. Something felt off.
Even if he comes, you won't fear him. You are the Backer Sect's young crown prince, Daoyuan Peak's heir to a hundred generations of wealth. Who could you possibly fear?