Shocks

A moment earlier.

Within Changluo City.

An ordinary caravan slowly entered through the city gates.

"Esteemed Lord Baierslun, this is the Easterners' royal capital..."

Inside the carriage, an Oriental-looking merchant respectfully addressed Baierslun, the archbishop of the Church of Destiny and an 8th Order Destiny Disturbing One.

"Mar, you mustn't call me by my name in public."

Baierslun replied in a deep voice. At that moment, his appearance was also strikingly that of a man with black hair and black eyes.

Clearly, this was a spy caravan—and a high-specification one at that, important enough to have an 8th Order professional at its core.

"It was my mistake, my lord."

Mar hurriedly lowered his head.

Baierslun lifted a corner of the carriage window. A trace of shock surfaced on his face. "What a magnificent city. I feel as though I can see the fates of countless people joined to it."

As a professional of the Destiny pathway, after arriving here, he could see more of this Eastern nation.

And there had been an unexpected surprise as well. "The Alliance Ceremony outside Changluo... What a pity I can't go there myself. Otherwise, those False Gods would surely discover me..."

In truth, this entire caravan genuinely existed, and every one of them was an authentic person of Yan Han.

Only the merchant leader and Baierslun were problematic.

The only true professional among them was Baierslun. The others had disguised themselves as an ordinary merchant company and entered Changluo openly along the official road. With the number of people flowing through the city every day, they had not aroused the slightest suspicion.

Baierslun even possessed a unique concealment technique.

As long as he did not come face-to-face with a Corpse Release Immortal, no one could discover the flaw.

For now, it seemed that the