"Do we have news from Biya?"
An emotionless voice that contained absolute authority echoed in the dimly lit hall. The voice came from the man who sat on the throne. The throne was set up on the platform, and with the dim lightning, only the silhouette of a man with long hair could be seen.
Meanwhile, thirteen people were on their knees. A sliver of light slid through the small gap behind the throne, illuminating the thirteen robbed figures. They all wore the same outfit, a black robe with a white-colored mask.
"We haven't heard anything from Guardian Ouyang Biya."
One of them answered the inquiry, but it was hard to tell who was speaking. The voice sounded like it came from all around the room. Of course, the figure on the throne knew who replied to him. He recognized his subordinate's voice.
"What have you done after realizing something went wrong after you sent her away?"
