[What's wrong, Your Majesty?] Sensing something off about Bi Xia, 007 asked.
Bi Xia took a deep look at the unreachable floor-to-ceiling window high up, 'What is that place?'
[That's the high-end lounge of the racetrack, only special people can enter, huh?] 007 paused, stopping mid-sentence.
'What's wrong?' Bi Xia heard 007's voice and asked.
After a long while, 007 spoke again, this time in an unprecedentedly serious tone, [Your Majesty, be careful, there's a person with extremely high spiritual power in that high-end lounge, and their spiritual power just affected 007.]
If Bi Xia were in the study space right now, he would see a formatted little figure flickering, and the crystal screen it resided on was also flashing intermittently.
[If possible, please avoid clashing with him,] at this point, 007 muttered softly, [that person doesn't harbor ill intentions, but their spiritual power feels familiar for some reason... where have I encountered it before...]
