บท 2279: Old Self

On the magical beast race side, an Obsidian Crystal Turtle remained directly seated across from the Mandate Emperor.

She had a veil on her face and wore a black robe, practically imitating Fairy Myria's attire while possessing the same hairstyle.

She had her eyes closed all this time. Her King-Tier undulations were plain to sense, thrumming with impatience, and when the Twilight Physician Hall's Ancestor carelessly uttered his words, relating them to Vacuous Beasts, she almost turned hostile, but after hearing the Emperor of Death's words, she gave him the same respect as anyone did.

Now, after the Emperor of Death made the Twilight Physician Hall's Ancestor apologize to their magical beast race, she was finally able to relax and cast a thankful glance at the Emperor of Death, thinking that he was not as bad as their initial impression of him challenging their master Fairy Myria, which stuck with them for a long time.