The elderly man walked slowly, his hair as white as snow, yet his presence exuded an indescribable sense of mystery.
That he could penetrate Luo Jianren's domain in a single strike was enough to prove the terrifying extent of his strength.
"Grand Elder."
Lingxiao saluted the white-haired elder with a bow.
Even those who were deeply enraged and had intricate connections with the Black Armor Army saluted at this moment.
"Hall Master, as the one responsible for the Elder Council of the True Martial Hall, I cannot shirk the responsibility for such an occurrence," the Grand Elder said, his tone carrying a complex mix of guilt, helplessness, sorrow, and anger.
"The human mind is unpredictable; this is Luo Jianren's wrongdoing," Lingxiao said.
