The Lord of Muxue's once-upright body became slightly hunched, as if he aged several years in just a moment. Even though the visible signs of aging did not show much on his face, he, still in his middle years, now seemed as though his twilight years were imminent. He was nothing more than an ordinary old man.
"Gentlemen, do you have any other questions?" Luxius, descending slowly from the sky above, looked down at the people underneath.
The people below unconsciously looked toward this presence that had brought calamity upon them, yet, merely by gazing directly into Luxius's eyes, they felt as though their souls might be devoured by that twisted spiritual power.
The unarguable intensity of his power made them instinctively lower their heads; the short dwarves crawled on the ground below, while the tall Humans stood erect above. This image deeply imprinted itself in their retinas, never to be forgotten.