One day later,
In the Divine Kingdom, a person stood tall in the highest balcony of the castle.
He was an old man with purple hair. There was a scar on his eyebrows, making him appear to be a person with many stories to tell. The red mantle had been too heavy for him recently. Of course, it was a different kind of heavy. As a cultivator, he didn't feel the weight of this mantle. The heaviness came from his heart.
"Your Majesty… No, Grandfather. Please come back to the hall. The shaking has stopped, so we should convene a meeting to discuss what we will do." The person appearing behind him was a blonde male with a mask covering his right eyes.
"Haiz… Julius. Stay here with me first. I want to talk." The old man sighed.
