Luo Tianlin stood rooted to the spot, dumbfounded. Feeling the eager gazes of the many Heavenly Prodigies around him, his hair stood on end, a chill ran down his spine, and cold sweat kept beading on his forehead.
"Ancestor... no! They'll beat me to death!" Luo Tianlin hurried forward, trying to cling to Luo Yan's leg, only for his father, Luo Zongqi, to drag him aside and scold him before everyone.
"What do you mean, no? The Ancestor has put so much thought into this, and you ungrateful wolf can't even appreciate it! Believe me, I'll whip you to death!"
A long cry tore through the sky, whipping up fierce winds. Before the sound even reached them, a figure had already appeared.
Everyone knew who had arrived.
A renowned, supremely terrifying figure of the Demon Race.
The Roc King.
And he was not alone. Other powerful figures of the Demon Race had arrived as well.
A formidable old man with long golden hair appeared in the hall. His hair burned like blazing fire, his frame was tall and imposing, and his gaze was like two sharp swords.
"Ancestor Luo!" the Roc King called respectfully.
Everyone was startled.
The Roc King was a supreme powerhouse of the Demon Race. Even before some of its ancient bloodlines, he would never bow his head in the slightest, yet he now treated the Luo Family Ancestor with such reverence.
Rumor had it that the Roc King's forebear had once followed the Azure Emperor from another planet to the Big Dipper, eventually leaving his bloodline there and giving rise to the Roc King's present lineage.
Luo Yan answered with a quiet "Mm," his expression calm.
He was not surprised in the least that the Roc King knew his identity.
"What brings you here, Roc King?"