Li Qingmu slowly swept his gaze across the vast desert and took in the sea of faces.
Hundreds of thousands of candidates from every corner of the Lower Heaven Realm and beyond.
The mocking sneers had mostly faded.
The finger-pointing had stopped.
Even the loudest mouths among the Ancient World State and Great World State juniors had gone quiet as their eyes darted away whenever his line of sight drifted near them.
No more "lower-world trash" or "Chief of Poverty."
Rather they stole glances and coughed awkwardly.
『Am I… some kind of celebrity in the Lower Heaven?』
Li Qingmu thought, stunned.
『Since when did my name carry this much weight?』
He fought hard to keep his expression neutral, refusing to let the shock show on his face. He simply adjusted his robe sleeves and exhaled slowly and acted as if this was all perfectly normal.
Nearby, Auntie Chuyan had finally come out fully from the concealment spell.
Now everyone could see her clearly.
