The white-haired old man staggered back, his expression changing dramatically as he exclaimed, "You... you can see all that?"
Fang Zhixing sneered, "I am a Saint of the physical form, cultivating the Bloodline Divine Skill; my perception of Qi-Blood surpasses any precise instrument's detection."
"You... you're actually a human?!" the white-haired old man's eyes widened in disbelief, unable to speak.
Fang Zhixing snorted, "Although the Shapers excel in transformation, their negative emotions are too intense, and their blood..."
"Found them!"
Fang Zhixing's mouth curved in amusement "If the three Shapers had transformed into plants, stones, or walls, it would've been challenging to find them, but they love slaughter, all transforming into carbon-based organisms."
As soon as his words fell, Fang Zhixing's figure flickered, and he vanished from the spot.
