Bab 1543: 1543. Influence

Noah glanced at the rank 8 cultivator behind Madame Canson. The expert was ignoring the battles around him and focusing only on the fights happening around the palace.

"You don't have to worry about Monsieur Evan," Madame Canson said when she noticed where Noah's consciousness was moving. "He won't interrupt our battle."

A chill ran down Noah's spine, but he managed to suppress his instincts. Madame Canson had managed to sense his inspection without unfolding her consciousness. Her experience in the eighth rank wasn't something that Noah could underestimate.

'I lose in sheer power and experience,' Noah concluded in his mind. 'I guess I need to rely on my innate advantages.'

Noah had deployed the full potential of his ambition. His law was empowering his centers of power, companions, and abilities. Every aspect of his existence had grown to the point when he could hurt rank 8 beings.