Elder Ken sat on the grand chair that had once belonged to their previous Sect Leader. The chair itself was made from gold and silver, with countless beautiful engravings carved across its surface. A specially made cushion rested on it, filled with the incredibly soft feathers of a rare magical animal. It was designed to provide the greatest comfort possible, and anyone sitting on it would normally feel completely relaxed.
However, despite sitting on such a luxurious and comfortable chair, Elder Ken did not feel comfortable at all.
Instead, he looked restless.
His fingers tapped lightly against the armrest from time to time, while his brows remained tightly furrowed. There was a clear look of agitation on his face, as though countless thoughts were racing through his mind at the same time.
