The palace was very large inside, but there wasn't a single table or chair, no decorations either, only one wide seat placed in the very center, making the place seem incomparably empty.
The seat was pitch-black throughout, forged from some kind of jade.
On the backrest coiled a black divine dragon, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, vivid as life.
And on both armrests, a pair of dragon heads were inlaid.
At this moment.
A middle‑aged man sat upright on the seat.
His black hair hung over his shoulders, and he wore a black robe that wrapped his entire body. A silver‑white mask covered half his face.
Though one couldn't see his features, couldn't see his expression, his gaze was extremely cold, extremely vicious, clearly not a good sort.
"Lord Valley Master, I've brought them back."
"One Alchemist with Ninth Level spiritual power, and seven martial prodigies."
The Crane Immortal walked into the great hall and stopped a dozen meters from the Valley Master, bowing.
