Emery quietly began probing the gathered crowd himself, allowing his divine sense to sweep carefully across the massive hall.
Almost immediately, his attention was drawn toward the front where several terrifying figures had gathered around Supreme Lord Dunadan.
The pressure surrounding that area alone was enough to make ordinary Grand Magus instinctively avoid approaching too closely.
One of the figures was an old man Emery recognized immediately.
Long white hair flowed neatly behind his back while elegant scholar robes draped over his thin frame. At first glance, the old man looked more like a refined teacher or philosopher than a cultivator capable of battle. Yet the aura surrounding him was deep and immeasurable, calm like still water while carrying spiritual fluctuations so profound that even Emery could not fully perceive their limits.
Duke Damien Alabaster.
The renowned Spirit Master.
