"He has come."
Meng Chengfei gave his trouser legs a perfunctory pat, slowly rose, pulled his chair over, and sat back down.
The corners of his mouth curled upward, but his eyes grew colder still.
He watched them all in silence, as though he were gazing at the people in black-and-white photographs in a mourning hall.
Across from him, Gu Muhan frowned deeply. This was nothing like the Meng Chengfei he knew. In particular, the indifference in his eyes sent a shiver through even him, a Sequence 6.
"Old Meng, what are you talking about?"
He suppressed a suspicion stirring in his heart, held back an ominous thought, and forced a smile.
"Gu Muhan, I know you came back this time to take over as Chief Captain, but honestly, your abilities aren't enough for the job."
"Like me, you want to change things. Unfortunately, neither of us can."
Gu Muhan's brows knitted tightly.
Duke Han Xi drew a deep breath. "Meng Chengfei, stop spreading your deranged nonsense here. Something has gone seriously wrong with your emotional state. Brother Cheng, have your man leave."
Cheng Tianming nodded impassively.
Even now, not a ripple of emotion had crossed his face.
He was about to speak when he suddenly noticed the mocking smile on Meng Chengfei's face.
At the same time, an exceedingly strange fluctuation entered his mental perception.
"This is!"
In an instant, Cheng Tianming shot to his feet. His previously calm expression underwent a terrifying change, as though he had witnessed some unimaginable horror.
Him!
Xu Ye cried out inwardly.
As the Lord of Darkfall's Bishop, Meng Chengfei had been the first to sense His Descent.
The Bandit Lord had immediately noticed it next.
And just as Cheng Tianming perceived that indescribable presence, Xu Ye sensed it too.
It was a