Serene Town. Jeffrey's Golden Castle. Inside the meeting hall.
The sunset was a red hue setting over the east.
The sky was still bright, but everything seemed to be covered by a shade of gray. Overlooking the window, the mountain peaks of the Blood Moon Sect branch in the distance were gradually drawing towards a heavy black color.
The light in the meeting hall wasn't so dim, Old Ron wearing his master's pet that transformed into a majestic-looking golden armor sat in the most lucrative chair. his face was expressionless, nigh impossible to discern what he was thinking.
As he saw the elders digesting the information, he slowly crossed his arms as he patiently waited for them to give him a reaction to his words and tell him about their next actions.
