Ye Qiyan had gotten his fried tofu and had no intention of talking much with Mr. Order.
The fellow's means of concealing himself involved no special power whatsoever. He had simply used ornaments.
Anyone who had seen him before would recognize this member of the Ancient Council at a glance.
Just as Ye Qiyan was about to leave, Mr. Order looked at the line ahead, then at Ye Qiyan's retreating back. After hesitating for a while, he stepped out of line and walked straight toward him.
"Wait."
Ye Qiyan did not stop.
"You have the King's aura on you."
This time, Ye Qiyan stopped. He set the food container in his hand on WALL-E's cubic body, then turned to meet Mr. Order's eyes.
Gold and black gazes clashed, neither showing the slightest fear.
"So? A member of the Ancient Council..."
"I'm just a conscripted Train Conductor now."
"Oh, then so am I."
With an unspoken understanding, Ye Qiyan and Mr. Order moved to a corner.
The other man set up a soundproof barrier. Mr. Order removed his sunglasses and face mask and stared hard at Ye Qiyan's face, seemingly trying to make something out.
"You're one of the Imperial Sequence people? Is that woman Zhuxing Tu dead yet? Your aura... have I met you somewhere before?"
A light flickered in his eyes, and he swiped a finger through the air, clearly operating his system panel.
This Mr. Order possessed an appraisal-type system authority.
Unfortunately, all he could see was what Ye Qiyan wanted him to see.
"Altos? So it's you..."
This was Mr. Order's second time seeing Ye Qiyan-or, more precisely, the Altos he saw him as.
The first had been in the City of Miranda, when he and Agula Tenge were fighting over the King of Cruelty's King's Authority.