But the man in the black robe seemed not to care at all.
Beneath the black robe, a gaze fell upon Lu Yuan.
This gaze was filled with an indescribable intensity and joy.
"This is the guidance of the Ten Thousand Gods..."
The man in the black robe looked at Lu Yuan, his words laced with a fervent fanaticism.
"It is the Ten Thousand Gods who have brought you before me."
"You will be embraced by the Ten Thousand Gods...."
"Kneel. Listen to the whispers of the wind; it is the murmur of the sky and the earth...
They recount the return of the gods, and you...."
The man in the black robe extended a hand, pointing squarely at Lu Yuan, and murmured softly, "You are destined to stand with us."
Lu Yuan observed the black-robed man's strange demeanor and couldn't help but frown slightly.
Is he mad?
He abandoned the [Divine Weapon] and began to accelerate towards the man in the black robe.
