"Is that person Huan?" Qiao Qianhe whispered.
Guan Huan shook his head, "I don't know, I haven't seen him, but I feel it's him."
"I haven't seen Huan either, but Old Guan's guess should be correct. This person is undoubtedly Huan; he's refining that giant planet in front of him."
Ding Huan's tone was very certain.
The Daoist rhythm flowing, along with that destructive aura, this dwarf in front must be Huan.
They were so blatant in using Divine Will to scan Huan, Huan must know by now.
"You all stay here; this guy's cultivation is strong. Your strength isn't enough, following would be pointless; let me test it out."
Ding Huan finished speaking and stepped out of the Cosmic Pot, reaching the back of the seated person in the void in just a few steps.
The person slowly turned around, glanced at Ding Huan, and then his gaze fell on the Cosmic Pot in the distance, his eyes slightly brightened:
"Your Flying Treasure isn't bad."
