The devastating news had just arrived tonight, delivered by a mysterious figure who lurked in the shadows, hidden behind the grand pillars. With a stoic demeanor, this enigmatic messenger observed the somber conference, betraying no flicker of emotion.
"Remain composed, Xue Wen," one of the elderly figures broke the heavy silence, his eyes as black as obsidian exuding unwavering composure. He fixed his unwavering gaze upon Xue Wen, undeterred even by the ominous aura radiating from the distraught young man.
"This information may be unfounded. We must personally lay eyes on his lifeless form," the elder continued, his slave deftly flicking a finger to dispel the oppressive weight that had burdened Xue Wen moments ago, as if it had never existed.
