"King of Thunder, rest well. Before long, your body will grow back," came a response to the King of Thunder's call, an aged yet steady voice carrying a special power that soothed the mind and spirit.
Startled by the voice, the King of Thunder cried out in disbelief, "Is that... Wang An? No, Elder Lord?" His voice hesitated slightly before he continued, "Was it you, Elder Lord, who saved me in the last moment?"
"Correct." As the firm and aged voice spoke, a figure shrouded entirely in a white robe appeared before the glass vessel where the King of Thunder was confined.
The figure was cloaked in a magnificent white robe, their face obscured, holding a golden sphere in their right hand, a symbol of their authority. Upon closer inspection, one could see a striking number "2" engraved on the golden sphere.
