The Leader of All Races!
The atmosphere at the scene was extremely lively, with a constant buzz of noise that seemed to make one feel irritated.
Mu Jingtian's brows were tightly furrowed, his gaze like starlight, seemingly piercing through the void, and then fixing on the two black-clad figures in the distance. He appeared to be trying hard to explore the identities of the two.
After a long time, his expression turned somewhat disappointed as he shook his head.
"How is it, Father? Can you sense who they are?" Mu Qingyuan asked.
The two black-clad, masked figures had perfectly concealed their strengths. Most people in the venue probably couldn't detect their true identities. Moreover, they were sitting in the special VIP seats, attracting even more attention. Everyone was preparing to explore their strengths and identities.