In the depths of the river, a magnificent and strange scene unfolded.
The raging river flowed overhead, and an invisible barrier enveloped this mysterious structure along with Qin An, forming a secluded space isolated from the world.
As Qin An's voice faded, silence suddenly fell around, as if they were in an uninhabited grave.
The young man's brow furrowed slightly, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes: "How did the words you just spoke come to you, young friend?"
Qin An maintained a calm demeanor: "You have a special aura on you, similar to that of a Jiao Long but purer. I have crossed paths with the Zhao family ancestor, and naturally, I can discern your identity from the connection."
The young man relaxed his brow and chuckled lightly: "I see. I sensed the aura of the Zhao family ancestor on you and intended to invite you for a conversation, not expecting you to be so perceptive."
