"I have arrived!"
Poluo Keluota clasped his hands together, looking up at the two above him.
His gaze was serene, like the still waters of an autumn lake, intersecting with theirs in midair.
"It's you!"
Antaka's expression turned cold.
He shifted slightly, squinting as he looked down at the newly appeared Poluo Keluota, his fist pounding against the balustrade, vibrating the stone railings and showering down lime dust.
"Poluo Keluota!"
"What are you doing here now, trying to fight me for the throne?"
Antaka leaned forward, hands pressing against the stone railing, like a fierce beast ready to pounce, emitting a roaring sound.
Everything in this Earth was his!
He absolutely would not allow anyone else to meddle!
Antaka was furious beyond measure.
The Sukhacara Sage, however, remained quite calm, disliking Poluo Keluota's character but also familiar with it.
He simply stared coldly at Poluo Keluota.
"Speak quickly if you have something to say!"