Wang Teng said with a cold smirk, "Daoist, if you wish to see Lord Shen, you'll have to follow protocol. He isn't someone who sees just anyone."
The Drunken Daoist said nothing more, instead turning to look toward the five-story building.
He could sense an extremely powerful individual within that five-story building, someone far stronger than anyone else present.
'A Unity Realm cultivator... yet he gives me the feeling of someone who surpasses the Celestial Spirit Realm. That's a gap of two Grand Realms. How did he do it?'
A hint of surprise colored the Drunken Daoist's words. "Even during the Era of Ten Thousand Cities, someone like him would have been an unparalleled genius, destined to shine brightly."
The moment those four words—"Era of Ten Thousand Cities"—were spoken, the expressions on Wang Teng and Ma Yuan's faces changed slightly.
By now, some rudimentary information had been passed down from headquarters to the various branches of the Observatory.
