As time passed second by second, it was unclear how long had elapsed. Zhu Haomiao's gesture of listening paused slightly, and he suddenly opened his eyes.
It was as if a channel quietly unfolded in his pupils. The boy in black took a step forward, and his figure suddenly blurred, vanishing into thin air.
Not far behind him, in the darkness that others could not observe, an old man smiled and nodded, whispering to the empty air.
"Seeing him, I seem to see the former you."
A middle-aged man with ordinary features appeared silently next to the old man, withdrawing his gaze from the direction where Zhu Haomiao had disappeared.
"He's indeed a very promising young man, but his internal power is somewhat dangerous and needs continuous monitoring."
"It's rare to hear the words 'promising' come from your mouth..."
Facing the old man's teasing, the middle-aged man replied helplessly.
"I'm just speaking on the matter. The potential he displays is indeed remarkable."
