As Zhao Ziqi flung the tags aside, he’d already flown a meter away. Soon, he charged over and threw the other tags, setting one in his palm. His expression grew serious.

Charles Taylor… Charles Taylor… He sunk into contemplation, wracking his brain for answers. Xu Yangyi’s gaze slightly flickered. He originally didn’t announce any hope. The Zhao Clan were famous earth masters in China, not necessarily proficient in the history of foreign countries. However… this tag, an American tag at that, actually made Zhao Ziqi remember something?

In in other words… this person was very famous in some field!

Which field? Unexpectedly, it was a field that the Zhao Clan engaged in!

A field… closely related to the supernatural, the mysterious cultivation world behind it as well!

Time went by minute after minute. Zhao Ziqi could only make out the soul of an outline, falling into contemplation from time to time and occasional flashes of understanding coming to him. After no less than ten-odd minutes, he finally raised his “head”. His voice was shaking in excitement, yet carried a kind of incredulous alarm at the same time. Big bro… I know who he is...

I also know… where we are… 

He raised his head to look at the triangular sea that was 10,000...