Fang Jueyu brought the little boy back to the ground. At that moment, he seemed to be drained of all his strength and collapsed onto the ground.
"Hey, kid, what's your name? Why did those people want to catch you?" Fang Jueyu asked.
The boy didn't speak, maintaining a high level of vigilance toward him.
"Quite aloof, huh?" Fang Jueyu laughed. "I've lived for over twenty years and seen plenty of strange things, but I've never seen a seven or eight-year-old kid who could pilot a motorboat. Did you escape from some scout troop?"
"Host, this child's brain is particularly developed; his talent might lie in spiritual power."
"I can see that!" Fang Jueyu said.
A typical seven or eight-year-old wouldn't have such deep eyes; there's only two possible explanations. Either he had an extraordinary childhood, experiencing things typical kids don't, making him far more mature than his peers.
