"Earth transmigrators and a multiversal organization of them?" Grey was baffled.
"How many are there?"
"We have more than a thousand members."
Grey's lips twitched violently when he heard this.
To think there would be this many Earth transmigrators.
"What do you guys do?"
"We go around saving other transmigrators and also keep each other safe from the Paragons. We have learned special powers that hide our aura as transmigrators. Some cannot do it. You, my friend, are automatically hiding your transmigration aura. No... it would be more accurate to say that even I, an Earth transmigrator, cannot sense your identity."
Grey knew the reason. He was the Fateless One. Of course, he was not going to get anything from this.
"Now that makes me curious. Who is stronger? The High Elf Ancestor or you?"
Hearing this, the Spirit Ancestor calmly drank his tea. "Me."
"The High Elves cannot dabble in the [Law of Spirit] all too well, simply because I do not allow them to."
