Chasing Light City, Martial Artist Association.
The setting sun sinks to the west, and the association, which should have been leisurely, was brightly lit. Many martial artists gathered together, creating a lively scene as if it was a festive occasion.
"What did you say? All the Blood Coagulation Realm experts hired by Earth Star Pharmaceuticals were wiped out, and the Demon, one of the Seven Great Guardians of the Smiling Skull, is dead. How is that possible!" The noblewoman of the Feather Race, sitting in the VIP Cultivation Room, looked incredulously at the golden-haired Ape Race man who walked into the room, doubting her own ears.
