At the same time, in Area D132.
Xu Qing frowned and looked at the place where the little boy had disappeared. After a long time, he walked toward the cage where the Painting Race was.
Perhaps it was because of the threat from the shadow earlier, the old man from the Painting Race didn't hide this time around. Instead, the moment he saw Xu Qing, he hurriedly approached the railing and cupped his fists respectfully.
"Shui Mozi, the sinner of the Painting Race, greets the Guardian."
"What is it?" Xu Qing looked at the illusory old man in front of him and asked in a low voice.
"Lord Guardian, it's luck!" The old man didn't hesitate at all and replied in a low voice.
When Xu Qing heard this, his gaze turned sharp.
Under his gaze, the old man's body trembled slightly. He felt that this guardian in front of him was very different from what he had seen before.