The North is desolate and uninhabited, so there's no need to be constantly secretive.
The Senior Officer glanced at his hair and eyes, a flicker of surprise crossing his face, then quickly performed a Holy Court courtesy.
An invite is an invite, respect is respect.
Each has its place.
Xu Shuo didn't waste any time either, scanning the surroundings before raising his right hand.
Cold magic energy swirled in his hand, with visible glimmers of cyan light flowing from all directions — a reaction only seen with large-scale magic.
A huge Magic Array formed in his hand, spreading patterns filled with profound mysteries, faintly emitting a sacred aura of the God of Light.
"You are..."
The sight left the Senior Officer somewhat startled and dubious.
The activity of the magic energy made him instinctively tense, his hand gripping the sword hilt at his side.
This was an innate precaution against crisis.
