There was a white-robed man walking restlessly at the entrance to a palace.
His white hair flowed down his shoulders, and his chin hung with a long beard. His facial features were middle-aged, and he possessed a calm and gentle look, but right now, that gentle expression was filled with nervousness.
He was none other than Empyrean Miller Skyrend. His injuries seemed to have disappeared, but his aura was still low, slowly regaining his cultivation after being crippled.
At this moment, a warrior came running in and knelt while cupping his hands.
"Venerable Elder, we have not been able to detect Autarch Elluro Coldwing anywhere. There's been no news about his majesty ever since he took an entire battalion of our warriors and disappeared a week ago. It's been three days since we lost all contact with them. They've already been too silent about their activities, but now…"
"What happened to the elders who died?