Grandmaster Ten Thousand Fists, a steadfast skeptic regarding the existence of ghosts, demons, and even true immortals, opted for a silent and calculated approach in his quest to locate our op mc.
Relying on his unseen divine senses, he swiftly honed in on the op mc—a striking figure with cascading white hair.
Despite the absence of overt special powers or a recognizable cultivation base, the man exuded an unyielding confidence, his posture both commanding and strangely out of place.
A shared moment of acknowledgment, marked by raised brows, passed between them.
As Grandmaster Ten Thousand Fists surveyed the room, he discovered that the op mc was not alone.
His gaze settled upon a pregnant woman, evidently on the verge of giving birth a few months from now.
Intrigued, he extended his divine senses toward her, a pursuit of knowledge that would prove to be a pivotal mistake with far-reaching consequences.