"And my 'No Demon Academy' not only has a profound heritage but also creates generation after generation of Demon Lords in an environment of unbounded freedom and brutal competition..."
The man in the black cloak stood silently in the crowd.
His voice didn't seem to come from his mouth, a distant and eerie sound echoing around Chen Yu's ears.
Chen Yu's eyes widened slightly, deeply feeling the strangeness and mystery of this peculiar person.
His gaze then fell upon the gray, sleepy mountain cat perched upon a bearded man's shoulder.
This mountain cat reminded him of the "Dark Night Mountain Cat" that had momentarily shocked the audience at the hunting competition.
However,
This mountain cat was half the size. And the cat that day had blended into the dark night, making it impossible to discern its contours and details.
Others might have speculated but were unable to equate the two.
Chen Yu, however, had fought the Dark Night Mountain Cat up close and with physical contact.
