Fixing his gaze, Qi Yue saw that the figure before him was a Western man of about fifty or sixty years old. His golden hair had turned white in many places, and his golden long robe gave Qi Yue a familiar feeling. Though he was floating mid-air, his posture remained upright, and a solemn aura continuously radiated from his body.
The Tribunal—Qi Yue remembered. The attire of the person before him was undoubtedly from the Holy Tribunal. Judging by the color of his robe, he was at least of the rank of Deputy Chief Judge.
Qi Yue reclaimed his scattered spiritual power and enveloped the man before him. The face of the Tribunal member suddenly shifted, his body frozen with shock, completely bound by a power he could not resist.
