In that world, the aged figure, upon sensing the subtle aura emanating from Ye Feng, furrowed his aged brows slightly.
"Is this the omen of a blood spirit?"
As he muttered to himself, disbelief and unwillingness were evident in his expression.
He fell silent, head slightly bowed, further confirming what he just identified.
"You truly pique my curiosity, and I find it increasingly difficult to see through you. With your power, whether to the present me or the past me, you should just be an ant, yet you remain inscrutable. What could this signify?"
The murmuring voice, once it dissipated, lingered long around the aged figure, refusing to fade away.
...
In the blood-colored passage, where Black Widow and others sat cross-legged, simultaneously felt the scene of blood closely linked to them vanishing.
Upon confirming that the blood was indeed gone, the worries on their faces completely disappeared, replaced by a happy smile.
