Three Peaks Mountain, Sanctuary.
This spot in the sanctuary had already become a gathering place for the characters who possessed the most influence outside the Davis Family. It wasn't something secretive, but it wasn't something known widely either.
At this moment, there were quite a few people present before a pavilion, drinking, laughing, and cursing underneath the blue sky.
The rays of the morning sun weren't scorching but just the right heat, while a cool yet prickly breeze occasionally passed by as changes took place outside, where the desolate air was growing increasingly denser.
"Dammit, he didn't take me with him."
Drake downed a mouthful of wine and complained, "What a humiliation. All this time I spent cultivating and reached Level Nine Empyrean Stage, thoroughly surpassing his cultivation speed with my Heretic Dream Deity Manual, but he still said I would be useless."
Andiron appeared gloomy, "We all didn't meet his standards for this mission."
