As Shi Lingzi opened his eyes, the sixth blood-colored sedan chair came to a halt. The four cultivators who were carrying the sedan chair also raised their heads. Their lifeless eyes stared numbly at Wang Baole.
Wang Baole didn’t move either. His gaze met Shi Lingzi’s, and his heart was filled with wariness.
He knew very well that Shi Lingzi’s law of listening had reached a shocking level. In the entire chord sect, other than Yue Lingzi and the mysterious sect Lord, no one was his match.
Even Yue Lingzi was only on par with him.
If he were to compare Shi Lingzi to the system in the city of appetite, he should be at the level of a glutton. Wang Baole might have a strong law of appetite, but he knew very well that once he attacked, if he was unable to kill Shi Lingzi instantly, his identity would be exposed.