Zhang Beixing's gaze glided over the crouching figures, as if he were savoring his handiwork.
His lips curled into a playful smile, eyes flickering with a sense of triumph.
Finally, he had become the true ruler, one who could obscure the heavens with a single hand, manipulating people's hearts!
"Rise." Zhang Beixing spoke, his tone flat yet undeniable.
Instantly, the crowd rose like marionettes, their movements synchronized, without a hint of hesitation.
Their eyes remained perplexed and vacant, as if they had lost self-awareness.
Only obeying their master's commands gave their existence meaning.
[Host, you have now initially mastered the power of Pupil Skill.]
The system's voice echoed in his mind once more, carrying a hint of satisfaction.
[This is just the beginning, the mysteries of Pupil Skill are infinite, and you need to delve deeper into cultivation.]
