Extremely Strong

The crowd dispersed gradually as the old man slowly closed his folding fan and hid the wooden block in his sleeves.

As everyone intersected, Su Zimo blinked and the old man disappeared by the time he looked back!

He frowned and pondered for a while before heading back to his residence.

Right after Su Zimo left Yongxing City, the storyteller popped out of nowhere and wobbled towards a deserted corner.

Lin Xuanji stood there, bored.

When he saw the old man approaching, Lin Xuanji hurried forth and whispered expectantly, "How was it, old man? Did you manage to see anything?"

"No. The fate of that lad has been changed and the trajectory is completely messed up," The old man shook his head.

Lin Xuanji asked again, "What about that black dog? Can you tell what race it is?"

"That shouldn't be a dog," The old man frowned.

"No shit! I know it isn't a dog too!"