In an unknown region, at the very center of countless black clouds, stands Tian Ju Pavilion, the head pavilion.
On the second floor of the quaint attic.
Three elderly men with white hair and beards sat opposite each other, cultivating in silence with their eyes closed.
The disappearance of Daoist Tianhong, his demise, cast a somewhat somber mood over the atmosphere.
"Unless it's an accident, someone from the Lian City Association was involved in the attack," Daoist Tianyan muttered softly.
"Such is the fate one faces when crossing boundaries; none are exempt," said Tian Qingzi, the slightly shorter and paler-skinned elder, his expression calm.
"It was the same with the Royal's City years ago. Touching the boundary brought about such calamities. Even earlier, the Void Sect and the Behemoth Sect suffered the same fate," Tian Xuanzi spoke indifferently. "Survive, and one achieves great freedom; fail, and all comes to an end."
