"It is not a lie."
The eyes of all the Elders present shifted to the leader position, one of the two Realmlords that exist in the San Clan. Their eyes reflected a feeling of reverence and also envy. Who didn't know that the only reason this individual held any sort of power was because of luck. They had taken the World-Infusing Realm Pill, granting them the strength of a Realmlord without any risk.
Still, there was a lack of disdain or contempt in their eyes. Because this individual had strength.
"I felt it. He rightfully ascended." The voice that originated from the misty veil rippled outwards, containing an innate regal charm that had been developed from ruling the starfield for a millennia.
