In the divine envoy's gaze, as he swept across this world, there was always a sense of looking down from above… No, it would be better to say he never truly regarded the people here as worthy of notice at all.
Wherever the divine envoy's eyes landed,
it was as if they were gazing at mountain streams or wild grasses spread across the hills—everywhere, commonplace, yet not worth a second glance.
You may exist, but you don't catch the eye. You're nothing compared to the solitary, towering ancient sky tree, nor to dazzling blossoms competing in splendor. Not worth a look more.
Evidently, the divine envoy had no intention for unnecessary chatter, and simply extended his hand, squeezing toward Blackie.
An invisible palm drifted toward Blackie, deceptively gentle in appearance—yet in that moment, not even Ye Qiubai's team could so much as twitch!
