Everything that happens in this world, no matter how tiny or obscure, he can know just by looking.
Not the master of this world, but the world itself, this is a cultivator of the Sky Tower.
Duan Dansheng had only recently entered the Sky Tower, and this kind of deep connection was far from reaching its peak, but Pei Ye had gone back and forth several times within it, and this world was enough to remember his shape.
Any of his actions would be rejected by this world.
The wind was still roaring, the rain had already ceased, the world was clear, at least within this hundred-foot radius, the rain that lasted for three days had dispersed.
Pei Ye was clasped in the air by the furious Duan Dansheng.
