As the most outstanding of the An Family's younger generation, An Yuheng had encountered bumpkins calling themselves Martial Arts Monarchs, but they were either Star Lords, God Kings, or elders from other sanctuaries.
Though the presence of these formidable figures was awe-inspiring, it did not invoke fear. Yet today, this one was undeniably different.
The visitor appeared ordinary, but his methods were anything but ordinary. As the An Family Holy Child, An Yuheng could tell that it wasn't the person catching up; rather, the rules of this space had been altered.
Thus, at this moment, forward became backward, left became right; everything seemed inverted in his mind, even the eight pairs of wings on his back had flipped.
