Inside a private box.
On the throne within this private box, a young man sat in a dignified manner. His eyes were like fiery suns, as if wherever his gaze landed, it could burn the world to ashes.
This person was the Young Master of the Fiery Sun Hall, Young Master Fiery Sun.
And around him stood a dozen people, serving him with respect.
The people by his side were at least above the Fifth Tribulation True Emperor level, some even at the Sixth Tribulation True Emperor level, formidable figures in their own right.
Yet, in front of Young Master Fiery Sun, they served willingly.
"Young Master, why haven't those two returned yet?"
A woman looked at Young Master Fiery Sun with a hint of flattery in her voice.
"Those two worthless fools can't even handle this small task for the Young Master?"
"No rush."
Young Master Fiery Sun sat on the throne, his expression incredibly calm.
"Let's wait and see."
"Young Master."
