A deep and ominous aura erupted like a concealed dragon emerging from the abyss, gray mist slowly drifting and extending branch-like tendrils.
Various whispers echoed in their ears.
Sharp, chaotic, clamorous... they surged in like a tide, constantly washing over everyone's perception, eroding their sanity.
Gray Mist Authority!
Having consistently feigned minimal consumption, that 1 point of Divine Power used for mimicry still had much of its capacity in reserve.
This scene clearly revealed the other party's identity!
"The King of Black Robes? That forbidden one?"
"How could he possibly be here!!"
"The only one Lord Lu Qi would submit to at this trade fair is that King of Black Robes!"
"..."
Everyone was terrified, cold sweat dripping down their backs, a chill rising from their tailbones straight to the napes of their necks. Were they out of their minds to demand compensation from a forbidden figure!?
