Draven waved his hand. "There is almost nothing that can be hidden from me."
He looked at the chip in his hand. "The moment Mu Ning created those artifacts, I already sensed their aura. All three possessed the aura of divinity."
He smiled. "However, just because something is divine doesn't mean it can't be deceived."
He slowly closed his eyes. "Until now, I have managed to survive in this empire by constantly creating systems that can bypass even the laws of the divine."
As he spoke, the room fell silent. Draven's shoulder-length black hair was tied into a ponytail.
His fair face was exceptionally handsome.
He had sharp brows, a straight nose, and deep eyes that could easily mesmerize anyone who looked into them. His lips were so perfectly shaped that he resembled a piece of art.
Whenever he remained silent, he looked almost unreal. The room itself was equally strange.
Unlike what one would expect from the king of the Evil Palace, everything inside was white.
