...
Over here, they were just chatting.
Wang Ningxi, having received the notification, had quickly arrived at Wang Shouzhe's little courtyard.
"Ningxi greets Old Ancestor Grandfather."
One hundred and fifty years have passed, and Wang Ningxi is now two hundred and forty-one years old, yet he still looks like a handsome young gentleman, with no trace left by the years on his face.
His cultivation base, too, had advanced to the mid-stage of the Divine Power Territory years ago, already becoming one of the pillars of the Wang family.
However, at this moment, he wore a semi-enclosed helmet on his head, topped with two antennas and a rotating device resembling radar, with small designs similar to headphones and a monocular visor on his face.
In addition, he was followed by a veiled woman with a graceful figure... no, to be precise, it was a humanoid puppet.
