Faced with Han Dong's invitation, the plump starfish neither dared to agree nor refuse.
However, he quickly calmed down.
"Wait... this is the center of the deep sea, the Place of Sleep. The Dead Spirit could never set foot here, who exactly is this?"
The calm starfish no longer peeked but instead looked at the young man's shallow surface.
Combining rumors and information from a few years ago, he immediately realized the young man's true identity.
"Could this be the very presence that overwhelmed the contemporary Element during the 'London Game', earning the final victory and the ownership of the 'Book of Dead Spirit'!"
Thinking of this, the starfish's shriveled body slowly expanded back to its original size.
"Professor Nicholas, I must have misjudged just now... I'm really sorry."
"You didn't misjudge at all; in fact, your vision was quite accurate!
