Flower thief! Flower thief! Flower thief!
Faint voices echoed, reverberating around Indra's ears, lingering for a long time.
"!!!"
"Heavenly Emperor, Ferryman, flower thief?"
Indra's gaze sharpened as he looked towards the figure shrouded in white light and murmured to himself.
Without a doubt!
Within this calamity to date, he had been the Heavenly Emperor for the longest time—it was impossible for there to be another Heavenly Emperor he didn't recognize.
As for the other titles, he didn't recognize a single one!
Therefore, there was only one possibility!
This fellow was a Liberator, not a being from this calamity!
However…
"Weren't those Liberators supposed to awaken only in the era of strife? Yet, one has appeared now!"
"Could it be that he used some kind of method?"
Indra sneered in his heart.
