When Lu Yuan entered the Consciousness Space again, he returned to the place where he had first entered. He stood at a corner of a rockery, a lotus pond beside him. In front of him was a winding promenade. The Imaginary Enemy, a middle-aged man surnamed Tang, stood thirty meters away at the end of it, his hands behind his back, silently watching him.
CRACK, CRACK—
Lu Yuan slightly twisted his neck, his bones creaking.
Indeed, after his physique and agility breakthrough, he hadn't fought many battles in the Consciousness Space yet. This middle-aged man surnamed Tang is a direct disciple of the Crane Sect. Judging by his age, his strength might even surpass that of Lin Zhiquin and Qin Feng. He's a perfect opponent to test my current strength.
Lu Yuan looked around, his gaze locking onto the rockery beside him.
