Elder Feris stood frozen, the messenger's urgent words still ringing in his ears: "A seven-star cultivator at the Death Volcano."
For a moment, he couldn't comprehend it. His mind raced as he processed the enormity of the situation. The Death Volcano wasn't just some dangerous landmark. It was one of the few places that housed a rare and crucial ingredient—an essential component for crafting the Nether Puppet.
His hand gripped the arm of his chair tightly, the pressure causing his knuckles to whiten. "Impossible..." he muttered, his voice low, almost as if he was trying to convince himself otherwise.
He looked up at the messenger, his face tightening with concern. "Are you absolutely certain?" His tone was stern, but beneath it was a trace of disbelief. "A seven-star cultivator, you said?"
