C169 Apocalypse

"Kid, you're quite a different kind of person. How can you still maintain your consciousness?!" The black-clothed old man arrived in front of Wang Baoyu in the blink of an eye, curiously sizing him up.

"We welcome the arrival of an Immortal!" Wang Baoyu cupped his hands in a polite gesture.

"Heavenly Spirit Root, late Foundation Establishment. Tell me, why aren't you afraid?" the old man asked