Carson Flores was having breakfast when a sudden clamor erupted from outside.
It was somewhat frantic.
Carson stuffed a steamed bun into his mouth and dashed out of the door, leaping onto the roof of the City Lord's Mansion.
Standing on the edge of the eaves, Carson looked into the distance, his gaze freezing in place.
Today the weather was clear, bright and cloudless from early morning, allowing Carson to clearly see a large group of people hovering in the sky.
About twenty people floated in the air, some flying on swords, others with billowing garments, standing in the void as they looked down upon White Wave City below, pointing and commenting with a brazen arrogance.
Carson's eyes settled on the silver-haired elder leading the group, with others standing behind him, looking towards him with considerable respect.
Holy Fire Sect, Mid-Stage of God Transformation, Zion Frost?
