After the female attendant left, from the southeastern corner of the palace, an old man in ornate armor appeared. He shook his head and sighed.
Lan Xihe only glanced at him. Her eyes shone as she calmly said, "Don't worry. I won't interfere."
"You've already interfered," the old man said, "The Sacred Hall has already released the news. They won't pay attention to the imbalance this time."
Lan Xihe furrowed her eyebrows slightly. "And let the people of the world suffer?"
The old man did not reply; he only looked at her silently. After a moment, he finally said, "This imbalance is different from the past. Do you remember when the last imbalance was?"
"More than 30,000 years ago?" Lan Xihe said, uncertain.
The old man shook his head. "No, it wasn't really an imbalance 30,000 years ago. It was about 100,000 years ago…"
