At that moment, when Ace saw the Abyssal Bone Marquis, the latter also spotted him, and his eyes narrowed, and with a thought, his abyssal sense spread forth, sweeping toward the mysterious figure.
But the moment his senses brushed against Ace's presence, his expression faltered ever so slightly, 'Impossible… I can't see through him except for his meager cultivation…'
No matter how he strained, all he could perceive was the figure's cultivation level—and even that was veiled in layers of unfathomable depth.
A warning instinct howled in his heart. To probe further would not only be reckless—it would be tantamount to courting trouble if that person were the same person whom his follower had just warned him about.
The surrounding whispers grew louder.
"It must be him! The guest of Room 1!"
"Could it be tied to the Dread Duchess? Who else could command such treatment?!"
