The Alphabet Spirit

Merlin sensed the malicious intent toward him but did not do anything.

He just waited there calmly, surrounded by the concentration power invisible to people’s eyes all the time.

“This concentration power is marvelous. It makes me feel like being in deep meditation all the time. Had my Xian tree not been damaged, my cultivation would surely have been at an astonishing level.” Merlin thought to himself quietly.

The ability of the concentration power was unfathomable. The higher the level, the more fascinating the power. Both one’s senses and understanding would be able to astoundingly grasp the profoundness.

But it seemed like his peace had been interrupted by this group.

“Kid.” A serious voice came out like the sound of thunder.

Many pairs of eyes turned to Merlin almost at once.

The boy slowly looked up without rushing. His expression was unique, setting him apart from people.

“What do you want?” The child asked and stared coldly.