A moment later, Max vanished from the Dimension of Genesis.
When he returned to the Black Dragon Clan, the mood outside had already turned solemn. Sarvion, the envoy of the Primordial Race, was waiting near the main transfer square, standing calmly under the protection of several ancient formations.
His silver-black hair moved slightly in the wind, and his violet-gold ringed eyes held a depth ordinary cultivators couldn't stare into for long. He didn't look impatient. He simply stood there, as if three days were nothing more than a blink to him.
He wasn't alone, though. Many members of the Black Dragon Clan had gathered to see Max off.
Lady Virelia stood at the front, wearing the formal insignia of the 33rd hall at her waist. After becoming one of the thirty-six hall masters, her authority in the clan had clearly grown.
The elders near her treated her with far more respect than before, but her attention wasn't on them. Her eyes were on Max the moment he appeared.
