The originally noisy grand hall instantly fell silent.
All eyes focused on this elder who had ruled the Qingqiu Fox Country for thousands of years, dubbed by many as the rightful first of the Demon Race after the Dragon Clan Bai King's death.
These gazes contained amazement and delight, but more were filled with reverence.
After all, this is a presence that stands at the pinnacle above countless others.
But there were many whose eyes bore a faint hostility.
For example, Tian Haoyan, the eldest member of the Tiandao Sect, who stared coldly at the elder's back, a hint of greed and ferocity hidden deep in his eyes.
"How about it? Can you discern something now?" Tian Haoyan asked coldly to Chuli Qing beside him.
Chuli Qing did not answer, because at this moment, her pupils were dilated, seeming to contain countless profound symbols evolving, whispering mysterious phrases.
Finally.
