Lin Susu also nodded slightly, her gaze slowly retracting, harboring no intention of prying.
To rashly scrutinize such a powerful figure was a provocation, and naturally, she would not do something so foolish.
Elsewhere.
The main court of the Heavenly Origin Holy Land.
A man with silver hair and the appearance of being in his thirties stepped slowly out from the palace, arriving at the top of the stairs paved with green rocks.
He looked up in the direction of the Holy Institute, his pupils silver-white, bearing mysterious runes that branded and flickered within them.
"Drawing spiritual energy from tens of thousands of miles around to converge toward him, what has caused my old friend to suddenly consume so much? What exactly is he doing?"
The man muttered to himself, a hint of contemplation in his eyes.
...
The Holy Institute.
Jiang Yuan looked up at Dugu Bo in the sky, quietly waiting below.
After dozens of breaths.
