The surroundings fell into deathly silence, with only the soundless ripples of water surging.
Dragon Lord suddenly turned his head, his gaze blazing as it fell directly upon White Mirage. A trace of scrutinizing appraisal flashed through his enormous eyes.
"The aura on you carries a feeling I detest. That strange sect again."
At Dragon Lord's glare, White Mirage suddenly felt an inexplicable pressure crashing toward him, as though all the currents at the river bottom had frozen in that instant.
Dragon Lord's pressure was as heavy as a mountain, bearing down until the Divine Mansion within White Mirage's body stagnated.
The circulation of White Mirage's Divine Sense Power abruptly slowed, and even breathing became difficult.
At the same time, the Primordial Spirit within White Mirage's Divine Mansion trembled faintly, as though an invisible force had clenched it tightly in its grasp, slowing even his thoughts.
Under the influence of Dragon Lord's immense pressure, White Mirage's face instantly turned pale. Fine cold sweat seeped from his temples, slid down his cheeks, and dissolved into the surrounding current.
White Mirage's heart tightened. He hastily suppressed the panic and trembling within him, then gave Dragon Lord a deeply respectful bow.
Then, his voice trembled faintly, though he tried his utmost to keep it steady as he hurriedly stated his purpose. "Lord Dragon Lord, I am a member of the Pure World White Lotus Sect."
"I have come this time with absolutely no ill intent."
After saying that, White Mirage paused, drew a deep breath, and continued.
"To be honest, I was ordered by this sect's Supreme Grand Elder to come specifically to rescue you, Lord Dragon Lord. I hope you will see clearly!"
After White Mirage finished speaking, Dragon Lord's gaze remained icy, as though it were looking at a negligible ant.