Chapter 1193 Followers

And he seemed to wake up to the fact that the winged one was engaged in energy training while here.

He even knew how the winged one trained.

He made one of his hairs start dancing, a very complicated dance that could resonate with the wind outside.

One hair at a time danced.

After the hair finished, it was the turn of the body hair to dance.

This was very time-consuming. Who knew how many years had passed just to make them dance once.

He didn't have a clock, nor could he see the sunrise or sunset, nor the grass growing and the orioles flying; he just felt that decades had gone by.

He kept repeating this energy training.

Time passed just like this.

The winged one never came back.

He was a bit annoyed; how could this guy leave a stranger he had just met here for so long?