Suddenly, he felt a gaze—so penetrating it seemed to see through Illusion and Reality—projecting toward him with the precision of a spotlight from the high and distant royal viewing box.
Despite the thousand-meter distance, the countless bobbing heads, and the shimmering halos of energy in between.
That gaze remained cold and clear, locking firmly onto his position.
Gu Ming instinctively raised his head. His eyes cut through the clamoring crowd and hazy light, searching for the source of the gaze.
At almost the same moment, his gaze crossed the vast Space, meeting the eyes of the Thirteenth Prince, Zhou Shichen, who sat high above, concealed behind special glazed glass. It was a silent, fleeting exchange.
Zhou Shichen's eyes betrayed little obvious emotion.
There was no admiration, nor was there disgust—only the faintest, almost imperceptible trace of scrutiny and curiosity.
