"He got here fast." Hearing the announcement, Xue Yunfeng murmured, "But if he was let in so easily, Hill must know him too."
Then, when Xue Yunfeng saw his guest, all that remained on his face was bewilderment. "What... is that form, Mr. Jiluo?"
What entered the hall was a strange-looking flying iron rabbit.
"This saves me some effort." The Red Dragon casually tugged at the little leather bag slung across his side and back, then said with a cheerful laugh, "Ah, it spares me quite a bit of suffering!"
Xue Yunfeng was a little confused.
"Lathander is upstairs," Old School Striking King reminded him calmly. "Shar doesn't mind, of course, but the others in the evil alignment can't bear his divine might."
"Oh~ Someone here knows her stuff." Jiluo nodded with a smile. "The smaller I am, the less pressure I have to bear.
"Luckily, he doesn't actually want me dead."
Of course, Xue Yunfeng knew that the presence of gods could shake the souls of ordinary creatures.
Because of certain events in the past, the Terrasil Gods rarely descended into the mortal world in their true forms... even though Telashir could now withstand their power.
It was only after coming to Toril that the Undead had gained some understanding of these things.
Even someone like Umberlee, whom everyone looked down on, exerted pressure that most mortals could not endure when she appeared in her true form. They could only kneel on the ground, bow their heads, and pray.
He simply had not expected dragons, with their powerful souls, to be affected by the presence of a greater divine power too.
After all, even slightly stronger class holders could withstand that pressure.
Besides, Aglaia came and went all year round, and he had never seen the mortals in the