The Heritage Stone was in hand, and a fervent gleam flashed in the eyes of the Cloaked Man as he felt a surge of powerful energy emanating from the stone.
"Alright, you can begin now!" said the Person of the Divine Race coldly.
The Cloaked Man chuckled darkly: "What's the rush? We are already here, do you think I would flee? Just wait for a moment, let me check this Heritage Stone first!"
As he spoke, the Cloaked Man closed his eyes, letting his mind sink into the Heritage Stone.
The individual from the Divine Race could barely contain his anger, but the Head of the Divine Race halted him.
With icy eyes, he stared at the Cloaked Man. The Heritage Stone was extremely precious; how could he willingly hand it over to the Cloaked Man? But completing the mission was paramount, even if it meant...
Thinking of this, the Head of the Divine Race looked at the Cloaked Man with cold intent, as if gazing at a corpse.
