In a dim, secret chamber, an altar carved from white jade stood in the center. A flame burned quietly upon it, identical to the one in the general store.
A Song Clan Elder with a white beard and hair sat quietly in meditation before the altar, his eyes closed.
Suddenly, the flame on the altar flared violently without warning, as if hot oil had been dripped into it.
The Clan Elder's eyes snapped open. He quickly formed several Spells with his hands. Once the flame calmed down, it revealed a fist-sized Crystal Stone.
Picking up the Crystal Stone, the Clan Elder rushed to the Minor Affairs Hall without a moment's delay.
Although it was late at night, Song Xianyun was still busy with his paperwork, a persistent worry etched between his brows.
