Aldrian could sense the emotions of the people who were watching him—fear, anxiety, respect, piety, worship. All of them reflected a single truth: they had no power before him, and so they chose to submit.
Some submitted because of the circumstances, while others did so with their whole will and soul. At this moment, Aldrian's very presence resembled that of a god. In fact, many had already prostrated themselves before him, compelled by their souls to do so. For lower-level cultivators and mortals, his presence carried a force that filled them with reverence.
He was a god who had descended to the mortal plane, delivering his own judgment to those who had dared to offend him. A powerful god who is always watching and all-knowing.
Every scheme the second prince had devised now seemed meaningless in the face of Aldrian's overwhelming power. As some would say, before such might, all tricks are futile.
