Suran yawned as he looked at the queue in front of him, Lady Unanresh had ordered them to deploy and they had done so, he was the lowest of the low only a 7th rank Mystic Immortal Emperor, as such he who was nowhere near the power totem pole had only one thing in his mind, that was to survive by hook or crook, he was a grunt to the major power holders who were present here and he knew that he might one day lose his life because a certain big shot woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
'Why did I decide to venture into this wretched place when I am such a low-level cultivator compared to them, me and my rotten luck, I doubt there would be anyone as foolish as I am.'
That was his last thought before he felt a sharp pain, and his vision went blank, meanwhile, a certain someone whose name was Zywia sneezed out loud drawing a glare from everyone present.
