Inside the palace, Alex arrived in front of a huge hall. This was the Central Hall where all meetings used to be held, where countless vital decisions were made and executed by the Lord and Elders of the Immortal Herb Palace.
Alex pushed open the giant door, and what welcomed him was a spacious hall, decorated lavishly. Moreover, he could see two rows of golden chairs, arranged horizontally, on the left and right sides of a giant throne.
As Alex entered the Central Hall, he saw a handsome man sitting on the giant throne. This handsome man's gaze was fixed on Alex as he approached.
"Is resistance futile? How much longer must this catastrophe last? If I fall, who then will stand against these wretched people? What will happen to my Immortal Herb Palace?"
A wry smile played upon the handsome man's lips, yet he remained seated. Alex couldn't sense any sign of energy or aura on this man's body, but for some reason, he instinctively wanted to stay far away from him.
Why?
