Cecile agreed.
"Wow, look over there, that guy is so arrogant."
At this moment, Flat Orange suddenly pointed to the center of the meeting room.
There were quite a few small groups of contestants, all of whom used images as marks to distinguish each other.
But generally speaking, the style of the small light groups hadn't changed much.
Except for the one Flat Orange was pointing at, where a person was sitting nonchalantly.
They couldn't tell whether the other party didn't use the Puppeteer Control Cabin or directly used the Puppet Light Group to form a complete image.
"Isn't that whats-his-name?"
As soon as Ree Shil saw that outfit, he looked at Grace Spring.
The ancient clothes, the graceful fan flicking, were quite a vivid memory point.
"Damn, I shiver at the sight of this guy."
Grace Spring obviously remembered some unpleasant memories.
"Is it possible that someone else is impersonating him to attract anger?"
Greenfeather proposed a hypothesis.
"Wait."
