As time passed by, slowly tired of it all, Lord Guotin laid down on the bed and curled up his body looking like a glorious, magnificent little bird, resting peacefully.
Once he rested, a terrifying lethal red-orange aura immediately flowed around the atmosphere.
The aura was so tyrannical and oppressive that those on the other side of the ship were left trembling by it.
They felt the eerie aura as if a terrifying, overwhelming beast was resting on the place looking down upon all beings.
They all looked in the direction of where that tyrannical aura was coming from and it just happened to land right in front of the locked room where the silver-haired comrade had been recuperating.
They all couldn't help but feel fear at it.
They didn't know that even while recuperating the silver-hair comrade would release such an overwhelming aura.
