Tao Yu maintained the most basic level of vigilance, but with the core Godhood of Mental Immunity, he was confident against purely mental changes.
Should the need arise for his Divinity to overflow, he could escape.
He looked around at the ancient palace supported by stone pillars, at the mottled bronze table, and at the seats beside it.
Tao Yu also fixed his gaze on a very imposing figure at the head of the table.
The figure was completely shrouded in grey fog, as if they were the master of this space, with the fog obscuring their face, yet one could feel the indifferent gaze and calm expression.
Because of the Divinity within the Mental Body, Tao Yu could not see the figure's face either.
"Mr. Fool?"
Tao Yu tentatively asked, having used Chinese before, but now he deliberately translated it into Loen's language.
"Interesting, you seem to recognize this language."
