Half of Theron's face seemed to have become black fog whistling in the wind. He stood there as though peeking out from the fog, his eyes the only parts of his body that looked as though they had any real substance at all.
Right this moment, the pavilion was very quiet, having closed down for the night. Had Theron seen this previously, he would have already found it to be very odd.
This wasn't the mortal world. Cultivators were a dime a dozen in this city, and the average strength seemed to all be around the Gold Mancy Realm, with at least 30% of the population being in the Cloud Mancy Realm.
While Dome of Heaven experts were still the top 1% of this city, in one of tens of millions in population like this one, that was still a substantial number of people.
But even if there had only been a few dozen Dome of Heaven experts to begin with, you didn't need to be a Dome of Heaven expert to stay up for several days at a time.
