Wu Bao'Er stood among the crowd, looking at Jingping Saint sitting atop the palanquin, his expression indifferent, yet her heart was full of tremor.
It wasn't because of his youth or handsomeness, but because Wu Bao'Er sensed an incredibly complex wave of consciousness emanating from him.
This feeling was just like the time she worshipped the Python God within the tribe.
Only it was even stronger and more chaotic.
But the problem was, this Jingping Saint, no matter how powerful, was a person. If he was human, why did he have such a wave?
As if sensing Wu Bao'Er's confusion, Jingping Saint looked up and glanced at her.
It was this seemingly inconspicuous glance that made Wu Bao'Er feel as if she was plunged into an icy abyss.
All the Qi Blood in her body froze, and the Witch Snake True Power in her Dantian and meridians dared not move.
"A member of the Python God Race?" Jingping Saint said with interest.
