Logan’s words — “Demon, not immortal.” — slammed through the grand and eerie Fairyharbor Immortal Palace like thunder.
The temperature in the hall seemed to crash. Even the spiritual energy swirling in the wine pool froze in place.
The men and women who had been indulging in pleasure fell silent, stiff and trembling like animals with a blade at their throats. Not one dared to breathe.
The effeminate man’s fingers halted over his zither strings. The beautiful woman’s seductive smile iced over, her charm replaced by a razor-sharp chill.
Even Aukon, usually lazy and detached, finally showed emotion — a flicker of unmistakable fury in his depths.
Ants struggling might be amusing. But ants daring to mock and defy the heavens? That was blasphemy.
“You truly don’t know how to appreciate kindness.”
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