Chapter 47: The Master's Mission? A Way‑Sovereign's Chosen Who Got Worked Over for a Hundred Years

All of Celestspire fell into a sudden, suffocating hush. Every gaze turned, as if by instinct, toward the gray‑robed figure striding in. He was a young man, tall and long‑limbed. His features were refined, almost delicate, yet his skin carried a sickly pallor that made the faint chill in his expression feel even sharper. Most unsettling of all were his eyes, an eerie bone‑white. Rings of violet spirit‑runes flowed within them, profound and strange, as though they could pierce straight through...