The royal dynasty of Qiankun, within the sacred ground behind the imperial palace, an elder suddenly opened his eyes and muttered to himself, staring ahead.
"It seems that the Zhang Family is no more."
He then continued to converge his breath and fell into slumber.
Although the battle was fierce, it had nothing to do with him, nor did he wish to go.
Even if he did go, he could not change anything; it would be better to continue sleeping and wait for the right moment to come.
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"Trouble has befallen the Zhang Family; the Greatly Accomplished Tyrant Body has sought them out."
Within an ancient city, another elder muttered to himself.
He wore a blue robe and carried a long sword on his back, looking like an ordinary martial artist.
Upon hearing the elder's words, a young person by his side's face changed dramatically, and he hurriedly pleaded, "Master, can you help the Zhang Family? They have shown me great kindness."
"If Master does not take action, they will be doomed."
