The broadcast ended.
Wang Ye, along with Long Qingtian and Xu Heng, arrived at the cottage they had set up when they dug up the ancient relics before.
With a wave of his hand, Long Qingtian unleashed a power that enveloped the surroundings.
Wang Ye could clearly sense that the presence of Long Qingtian's power severed any sound and signals around them.
Xu Heng slapped Wang Ye on the shoulder, laughing while his tone carried a hint of complaint, "My good fellow, you really had me worried for nothing."
"How is that my fault?" Wang Ye also felt somewhat dissatisfied. "It's clearly because you didn't trust me. If you had, you should've known when I said those words that I had a way to deal with the opponent."
"Alright then."
Xu Heng didn't say much else but looked at Wang Ye with a gaze filled with admiration and emotion; he saw his younger self in him.
He saw many shadows of people from their era.
