Yun Yi retracted his gaze back into the ruins of the Firmament Prison, but the image of the brawny enigma stone thief was imprinted on his heart.

“Is that Lu Yun? I sensed his presence just now, but that man isn’t him.” Yun Yi frowned tightly. He couldn’t see through Lu Yun’s Shapeshifting combat art, but at the same time, he didn’t think there was anything the young man could do that would hoodwink him.

Yun Yi didn’t even consider the possibility that the muscular man might be a disguise. He was a powerhouse far above supreme—the shapeshifting arts of the supremes were child’s play in his eyes. Lu Yun was just a baby at twenty-four levels...