In the grand underground palace, the Holy Master seemed as if he had been sitting quietly for a hundred years.
Beneath the throne, Zhang Linchuan and Lu Yan each stood firmly on one side, the atmosphere somewhat... tense and on edge.
At least, the one wearing the rabbit bone mask standing behind Zhang Linchuan looked terrified, not daring to even breathe heavily.
A person wearing a dragon bone mask stood at the lower end of the room, positioned on the central line, neither favoring Zhang Linchuan nor Lu Yan, but facing the Holy Master on the throne directly.
Standing with him, there was a person wearing a monkey bone mask.
