Through the unseen void, a pair of incomparably majestic eyes pierced the heavens and earth, illuminating the entire hall.
Jiang Fan stood at the center, feeling an immense pressure.
Under the intentional scrutiny of that gaze, the mask on his face showed faint signs of being seen through. Fortunately, it was a Quasi-Realm Artifact. The East Emperor's gaze ultimately could not see through it.
He said indifferently, "A decent mask. Who is he?"
Yun Wanxiao sneered, enunciating every syllable. "Jiang! Fan!"
Having uttered these two words, he could already imagine the East Emperor's impending, earth-shattering fury.
However, Yun Wanxiao's smile froze when, after a moment of silence, the East Emperor replied with a hint of confusion, "Jiang Fan? Never heard of him."
His voice quickly dissipated, and his aura vanished without a trace, leaving Yun Wanxiao frozen on the spot.
The East Emperor... didn't know Jiang Fan?
How could this be?
