The smile on the old man's face froze.
Ji Ning stared sharply at any change in his expression, his voice calm and cold: "I don't care if you can see my future, but I know you're coveting my superpower. You have that kind of energy here, don't you? Are you afraid I might discover the secret of that energy?"
The old man's originally kind face gradually disappeared with Ji Ning's words, until there was no expression, even his gaze carried a trace of danger.
"Commander Ji, aren't you afraid of death?"
"Everyone is bound to die, and you will surely die before me."
The glass in Ji Ning's hand shattered instantly, and countless shards of glass shot towards the old man's face.
The old man moved his fingers slightly, and the shattered glass suddenly stopped in mid-air. He then raised his little finger, and the glass shards seemed to suddenly press a reverse button, quickly returning to Ji Ning's palm, transforming back into a complete glass.
