223 Liquid Metal

A ray of silver white light shot through the heavens like an arrow.　

*Bang!*　

The ray shot towards Leylin’s side, knocking aside countless stones.　

After the light rays dissipated, an old man in silver white attire was revealed.　

This old geezer had a nose that was bent the way an eagle’s beak was, and he had a few metallic ornaments dangling from his face. A pair of intelligent, tenacious eyes were fixed on Leylin.　

“You’re not running anymore?”　

The old man spread his right arm and a metallic sphere emerged on his palm as if it was a part of his body.　

The silvery white metallic sphere circled the area, and the astoundment on the old man’s face was even more obvious. There was even a hint of confusion in his expression.　

“No traps or ambushes either? Are you here to die?”　

“No! I just want to settle a few things!” Leylin smiled indifferently. His main goal this time around was to collect data, and hence, he had not thought to bring his trump cards, Number 2 and Number 3.