"I told you that you are making a mistake."
A sound, ancient and majestic carrying an unfathomable aura echoed in her ears.
The voice resonates in the room repeatedly ringing in her ears.
Irina glanced at the man with a slight gray hair. He was old, his face filled with etchings of ages but his skin still looked like he was in his 50s with very few wrinkles.
He is Arthur Woods, a Martial Emperor powerhouse. One of the strongest men in the world. His attainments were already enough for him to break through to Martial Saint but he opted out to advance it cause once he did that he had to leave this place and guard at the dimension crack.
And with no other Martial Emperor to take charge, naturally he didn't want his family to fall in his absence so he was biding his time.
Waiting for someone to step into that realm so that he can lay down his burdens.
Only god knows how long he had to wait and carry the family with his old sickly bones.
