The beast kin didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to.
Everyone present understood. People at that level weren't merely famous. They represented the absolute pinnacle below the Demigod Realm.
Offending one of them over careless words wasn't something any ordinary Rank Four awakener wished to experience.
The horned giant laughed awkwardly before raising both hands.
"Fine, fine. I'll keep my mouth shut."
Another awakener suddenly spoke.
"…Forget those two." He gestured toward the direction the crimson-haired man had vanished. "Who was the third one?"
Several nearby awakeners exchanged glances. After a moment, an elderly man with crystal-like skin slowly spoke.
"If I'm not mistaken, he should be from the Phoenix Race."
"The Phoenix Race?"
Quite a few people revealed surprised expressions. The old man nodded. Several awakeners followed suit.
"That makes sense."
"No wonder his presence felt so oppressive."
"The Phoenix Race has always been among the highest races."
