The sunlight shone brilliantly behind her, and the mountain wind lifted the hem of her modern clothes.
Yet at this moment, a term spontaneously came to mind for everyone—gracefully ethereal like an Immortal.
"Is this... the museum director?"
Old Man Bai heard a female student's voice trembling as she spoke.
Looking at the others, their expressions while gazing at Tang Lingwu were dreamlike, filled with longing...
Old Man Bai curled his lip, feeling overshadowed by Tang Lingwu.
Nevertheless, he understood; flying through the skies and tunneling through the earth, just like an Immortal, was much more impressive than his muscular physique.
He pondered for a moment before saying, "No..."
Everyone instinctively turned their gaze back to him.
He solemnly added, "Whether it's me or her... our abilities today were all cultivated by the museum director..."
Chen Sheng felt as if he had been punched hard...
