On the rooftop, Vasco quickly opened his eyes. Naturally, such a short period isn't enough to cultivate anything... mostly, he just sat a while longer and replenished some energy.
He wasn't that reckless, meditating and cultivating in front of the enemy without any guard — if it were any other enemy.
But the mysterious youth before him was different. Intuition told him that as long as he didn't make the first move, the other party would be happy to maintain the peace at this moment.
And...
And judging from the other's attitude, once ten minutes have passed, the other party seemed unlikely to intervene in this matter — ten minutes, Vasco had absolute confidence in Stretta.
If Stretta was so easily caught by the Black Religious Congregation, the name "Iron Fist Strala" wouldn't have been engraved in the records of Shenwei Prison.
It's a name that strikes fear into countless heads of dark creatures within Shenwei Prison.
