On an island whose distance from Zhonghai City remains unknown, a luxurious European-style palace stands.
The glittering decorations, pink carpets, and walls hung with pricey murals all showcased a noble elegance.
In the palace hall, all was silent and still as nine men and women clad in black robes sat gravely at a table.
They were the high leaders of the Mortal World, the nine rulers, each in charge of a state, ranked from one to nine.
"Number One, there was an incident at one of the branches in Huaxia."
A person in a black robe marked with the number three spoke in a slightly hoarse voice, breaking the calm of the room.
"What happened over there in Huaxia?"
The person in black seated at the head of the table frowned and, his aura pausing, asked softly.
"A branch in Zhonghai City, Huaxia, had its members wiped out."
The individual known as Number Three said gravely, his expression grim.
"What were the losses?" the Number Two in black asked.