Tianxiang Garden's hundredth-floor Emperor Hall, within its spacious and luxurious room, an old man clad in a gray robe sat on the floor. His eyebrows and beard were all white, and his body faintly exuded an ethereal aura reminiscent of an Immortal, embodying the essence of a celestial demeanor.
With such a presence, if the old man were to sit in a square with an Eight Trigrams Array in front of him, it was believable that many would seek him out for fortune-telling.
However, at this moment, in the luxurious room next door, more than a dozen people were being held captive. Even the weakest among these captives possessed the strength of a B-grade Martial Artist, and the strongest was a middle-aged man who was a Grandmaster.
Such a group was already powerful enough to uproot many top-tier forces. Even within the whole of Modu, it was rare to find a family that could boast a Great Grandmaster, a half-step Grandmaster, along with dozens of A-grade and B-grade Martial Artists.
