"You..." Zhang Hengyu's eyes were fierce. Only now did he see clearly the person before him, feeling astonished and speaking in a stammer, "A...Anatoli?"
Wearing a dusky yellow robe, with a face full of divinity and golden pupils—it was none other than the Vice Chairman of the High-level Life Form Union, the Dusk Hermit—Anatoli.
Zhang Hengyu naturally memorized the appearance of this prominent figure, and now felt a sense of unease and anxiety rising within him.
He wondered why this important figure was looking for him.
"Zhang Hengyu?" Anatoli's tone seemed part inquiry, part announcement, as he calmly said, "Come with me, someone wishes to meet you."
Zhang Hengyu was slightly stunned, his expression suddenly changed.
There was a great deal of information hidden in those words; very few people in the entire interstellar space could instruct Anatoli.
No, to be more precise, only one person could.
