This person was too arrogant.
He clenched his fist and sneered. He stared intently at Wang Teng's back view.
Under everyone's gaze, Wang Teng followed the middle-aged man and passed through the crowd. He arrived at a platform in front.
They blocked him so Wang Teng didn't notice it.
This was a square platform that protruded from the ground like a pillar. There were all kinds of patterns on its surface. It looked mysterious.
There was a strange picture directly above the platform.
The Soaring Serpent!
This was a Soaring Serpent.
It had wings on its back and pitch-black scales covering its body. Its crimson eyes were filled with slyness and it gave off a complicated feeling.
At that moment, Wang Teng felt that this was a living Soaring Serpent.
"This drawing is similar to the Kunwu Beast from the Great Qian Empire." Wang Teng was astounded.
