There was undoubtedly a moment of lapse within his mind, causing the Ancient Gold Ghost, which had been sprinting, to suddenly be scrutinized by countless eyes that had formed in the void.
The very next second, all of these eyes shut, as though they had never been there, carrying no trace of their existence.
Elsewhere, Ten Hands demonstrated a ripple of thoughts, with constant purple mist rising up, faint and hazy, further shading his figure into a blur:
"This name, it caused quite some disturbances back then."
"Displacement summoning, a four-year slumber..."
"His Highness was already in a precarious position, if he lost these four years, could he recover?"
"Watch your words."
Ye Ji, pointing at the Soul Blood Shadow Flower on his shoulder, closed the scroll and carefully stored it in his ring:
"You outgroup elders don't fear death?"
"Even I, who comes from the pureline, would not dare to comment on what has happened."
