"Achoo!"
Suddenly, Liu Ziru, lurking in the shadows, couldn't help but sneeze. He quickly covered his mouth, cautiously releasing his senses, and only relaxed once he confirmed there was no one nearby.
Who's thinking about me again?
Liu Ziru couldn't resist silently roasting himself inside.
This isn't the time to worry about such nonsense, not with a mission at hand.
Right now, he was stationed at the entrance to the ancient battlefield.
But now, the entrance was locked down tight.
Dozens of White-robed Inspectors, as well as Purple-robed and those in red... It seemed like every available hand from the Supervisory Temple had been drafted here.
And inside the tent suspended in midair, there were two auras he simply couldn't see through...
No doubt those were the Divine Master Realm powerhouses from the Supervisory Temple.
Liu Ziru couldn't help but force out a bitter smile.
Was the Dark Lord maybe overestimating him a bit?
