Accompanied by the hoarse mutterings of the black-robed elder, which appeared to be self-talk, the surrounding members of the Red Emperor Army exchanged glances and lowered their gaze simultaneously.
Most of them were responsible for guarding the bronze tripods containing the Lifeless Lotus Mothers and began again as if they hadn't seen or heard anything, unanimously pretending to be invisible men.
On the side of the empty ground, a few of the Holy Knights, who were convalescing due to injuries and thus appeared idle, helplessly cast their gaze towards the tall figure sitting under the shadow of a tree.
The man was over two meters tall, wearing a white robe and tall boots, with eyebrows and eyes like a full moon. He held an Eight-foot Chi Dragon Sword, his aura refined and perfect. Just sitting there, he resembled a sheathed sharp blade, exuding a sharpness that stinged the skin.
