「Elders' Court.」
In the vast council hall, the Great Elder stood alone by the window, his hands clasped behind his back, motionless.
"Jin Zheng and Wu Xing, those two old bastards! They actually snuck off to Chilian Peak without a word. Even if they knew I wouldn't go, the least they could do was notify me!" the Great Elder grumbled, his expression dark with displeasure. "This is getting more and more ridiculous. Where does this put me?"
With a cold snort, he subconsciously glanced at the time and muttered, "I wonder how far this battle has progressed. Has a victor emerged yet?"
Though he appeared calm on the surface, he was inwardly tense and anxious. This battle was of the utmost importance, not just for him, but for the entire Martial Department and even the whole empire. So much so that he was beginning to regret not going to Chilian Peak himself.
THUD. THUD. THUD.
