The Celestial Race Proxies approached Lucien the moment the crowd dispersed. They were among the few who had clearly sensed the faint trace of divine energy that had leaked during the match.
Their eyes softened. Not with suspicion but with something like recognition.
The female proxy spoke first. Her voice was gentle yet dignified.
"Wolf Junior, your disguise is impeccable. Even with my Celestial Realm perception, I could not pierce through it."
Her companion leaned closer, lowering his voice to a whisper only Lucien could hear.
"Tell us truthfully… are you one of ours, sent under a hidden directive from the Ancestors?"
Lucien met their gazes calmly and gave a courteous bow.
"Seniors, thank you for earlier. But my identity… I can't reveal it yet. I'm simply a normal person trying not to cause trouble."
The two Celestials exchanged looks but did not pry further.
They understood discretion.
Lucien kept quiet for a simple reason. Certain eyes might recognize him.
