The voice of the 'Monarch Token' carried a peculiar hesitancy and hoarseness, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, so plain as if it were stating an established fact. Yet, every syllable seemed to bear the weight of vastness and the traces of ancient times.
The voice didn't seem to come from the throat, but more like a footnote suddenly emerging from the deep dust of history, carrying an inevitable, destined quality.
"Such a pretentious mystic, there's no world without these riddlers!" Li Yelai clicked his tongue in his heart, growing impatient with this obscuring demeanor.
"Friend or foe?" He asked directly with a frown.
Despite holding the already formed 'Ye Yun', which should make him invincible in this world, facing this sudden 'Monarch Token', Li Yelai for the first time felt uncertain about his assured victory.
