"What kind of technique is this? It looks so advanced! But you're saying this thing can send us off the continent? I don't believe it. Don't tell me you're a True God?"
Zou Wuji's older brother, Zou Wuchang, saw this but failed to recognize it. Instead, he wore a mocking expression.
But while he didn't recognize it, someone else did.
Someone cried out, "A True God! It's a Lord True God! We were blind to have offended the—no, the Saint Prince! Please, Lord True God, forgive us!"
With a THUD, someone fell to their knees.
Hearing this, the faces of many stiffened.
No longer daring to act presumptuously, they all fell to their knees.
A True God, for heaven's sake.
Although Yang Xiao had previously invoked the name of the Lord Human Emperor, the Human Emperor was simply too distant from them.
His might, his temperament, his rules of conduct—everyone present was ignorant of it all.
This ignorance gave rise to different ideas.
