Wang Yu Yan (10)
The Pontiff's eyes never left Jiang Li's face, his own expression sour, fully showing how displeased he was at the unexpected visitors. However, he was not truly afraid of the other. In his slightly droopy eyes was only annoyance for the unannounced visit, nothing more.
"You have come." The Pontiff omitted the next word that he said in his heart, turning to his race's leaders and saying, "Everyone, stop making a ruckus. He's a friend."
'Friend?!' The word was enough to freeze the atmosphere of the place as the noisy chatterings and the spells and beams about to leave their casters paused in the air. Dong Lan had to exert his aura as a Pontiff to his fellow fae to stop them from moving for a while. Mohan was also affected, though this male lead had long frozen when he also heard the most revered priest and leader of the race referring to a mere human as a friend. Was the world ending already?