Chapter 2962: Myth
Ancient Ones rarely displayed the kinds of emotions ordinary wizards did.
So when one of them expressed a particular emotion with exceptional clarity, it meant that was its attitude at that moment. Compared with directly voicing a challenge, however, conveying certain messages through subtle expressions was more tactful, indicating that neither side intended to become completely antagonistic.
Zheng Qing could see the wariness on Miss Bubble's face.
Not to mention the other Ancient Ones in the hall—the other two Ancient Ones from the Starry Sky silently edged a little closer to Yog's position; R'lyeh, on the contrary, gave the Demon Ancestor a few extra looks, as though worried it might attack her amid the chaos; the panda was still leisurely eating bamboo shoots; only Abraham remained calm from beginning to end.
As for the Legendaries—
In this hall, their attitudes were irrelevant.
Mister understood the subtle atmosphere permeating the air perfectly.
Holding that book of spells, he did not close it. Instead, he reached into the void again and grabbed at something. "—It's rare for everyone to be here. Let's take this opportunity to gather."
As he spoke, he pulled a handful of "fine threads" from the void.
Because he was close by, Zheng Qing could clearly see the threads trembling violently in the air, radiating faint glimmers of red, yellow, blue, green, black, and other colors.
The next second, ripples spread through the air.
Pulled by the threads, figures were dragged into the First Grand Hall—male wizards, witches, old wizards, horned ones, furred ones, armored ones, and several Light Orbs of uncertain shape, whether spirits or some other strange existence.
Without exception, powerful waves of magic radiated from every one of them.
Of course, that was only from Zheng Qing's perspective.
Zheng Qing had every reason