This was an old man, one so old that he seemed to be crumbling apart. At the mention of the word 'sovereign', his already ethereal figure trembled violently, and a look of terror crossed his face, as if he had heard something truly horrifying.
The old man suddenly lifted his head to look at Fang Lin, but all he could see was an incredibly bright light.
It was unbearable to look at!
The old man was even more horrified. Although he was merely a fragment of a memory, he was still quite powerful. However, he was unable to look directly at the person above him. It was clear how terrifying that person must be.
"Pill Sovereign?" The old man's fearful voice was heard, lowering his head.
Fang Lin gave a faint smile, "You, a remnant soul, have actually managed to remain conscious. That's quite rare. Now that I'm here, why don't you kneel down."
The latter half of his sentence held the command and confidence of a Sovereign.
