"Certain death?"
However, upon hearing the words from those around him, the gray-clothed young man seemed somewhat uncertain, "This Wyatt Barnes is definitely not that simple."
He came from an extraordinary background, and because of this, he prided himself on having a good eye for people.
When he first saw Wyatt Barnes, he immediately sensed a familiar aura on him, although he couldn't confirm what that aura was, it seemed as though he'd only perceived it within his family and in the realm where his family resided.
"That aura resembles that of divine artifacts, but it seems incomplete... as if something is missing."
The gray-clothed young man murmured to himself, speaking in a voice that only he could clearly hear.
"Missing the artifact's spirit consciousness."
Just as the gray-clothed young man's words fell, a voice suddenly sounded in his mind, a woman's voice.
This voice exuded elegance, tinged with coldness, giving a chillingly frosty feeling.
