His expression, appearance, temperament, even the aura and Daoist insights he emanated—all were indistinguishable from the real Speaker.
No!
The resemblance was simply too perfect. There was no way anyone could have pulled it off so flawlessly in such a short time.
Could some scheming faction have pushed him forward to stir up trouble?
Liu Yu's heart was full of doubts.
As for whether he might actually be the real deal... that seemed unlikely.
The First Speaker had been missing for many years. The Alliance had spent countless people and resources searching for him without finding a single trace. How could he suddenly reappear out of nowhere?
"Mm, it's me." Yuan gave a slight nod.
But he understood Liu Yu's doubts, too, so he went straight to the point. "I'll convene the Supreme Council. The senior members who are still in the Alliance can all attend."
Then Liu Yu saw the 'First Speaker' before him reach out to grab him. His heart clenched, and he instinctively tried to summon his magical power.
But the world spun around him. When his vision cleared, he found himself in a hall adorned with exquisite murals. A three-tiered Armillary Sphere hung upside down from the ceiling, its instruments turning as its lights flickered.
At the far end of the hall stood a towering bronze cauldron.
Several figures stood nearby. They stared at the two who had suddenly appeared, first in a daze, then with boundless shock replacing their expressions.
"Holy Emperor?!"
"First Speaker!"
Exclamations rang out one after another.
There were plenty in the hall who had surpassed Dao Integration—in other words, beings of the Profound Penetration Realm.
Yet the aura and Daoist insights they sensed from the man before them were identical to those of the real First Speaker.
As for Liu Yu,