The General's Desperate Plea
Leon remained silent.
His long black hair rested against his midnight robes, the thin amethyst embroidery catching the faint light whenever the wind moved the fabric.
His purple eyes were calm.
Too calm.
There was no arrogance in them.
No excitement.
Not even the slightest trace of satisfaction at hearing his own reputation announced.
He simply stood there.
That was what frightened the crowd the most.
A truly powerful person did not need to prove anything.
The surrounding cultivators swallowed nervously.
Some lowered their heads.
Others quietly moved farther away.
Nobody wanted to become an innocent casualty if the situation suddenly erupted into battle.
After all, the person standing before them was a pinnacle expert.
One thought kept appearing in everyone's mind.
How could anyone possibly survive if such an existence truly decided to act?
James was the first to completely lose his composure.
His face turned pale.
