"Who are you waiting for?" Cang Fei asked, slightly puzzled.
The fact that Wu Dao seemed to have an eye on his forehead was because An Ting, though lacking such an eye, perceived others starting from their foreheads.
With An Ting's pride, he wouldn't bother with ordinary people at all.
Cang Fei was also curious about who was worth An Ting's wait.
Just as An Ting was about to speak, a swift flash appeared within their Divine Will.
"Is that the person coming?" Cang Fei's gaze fell on the swiftly approaching Flying Treasure.
An Ting was momentarily stunned, then slightly frowned and shook his head: "No."
The Flying Treasure stopped in front of Cang Fei and An Ting, and two people disembarked from it.
One had a head full of white hair, even his skin was as white as snow, looking somewhat creepy at first glance.
The other was burly and broad, with a bald head and a large string of Buddha Beads hanging around his neck, surrounded by a flowing Buddha Rhythm.
