BOOM.
Grand Elder Macie landed on the shore of the Dark River, her eyes scanning the scene wildly.
She looked to the side, seeing the devastation from a battle previously fought. However, the trouble was that all of the Mana in the air was Gold Mancy coded. There didn't seem to be any signs of Patriarch Nightingale entering a struggle with a higher-level cultivator at all. So where had he gone?
Even after looking for a while, Grand Elder Macie couldn't find anything. She wasn't Elder Dezend—her ability to scan regions and deduce what happened was limited. All she could see was that Theron had definitely clashed with the Core Disciples here.
She roared in frustration.
Logically, she should feel assured. Patriarch Nightingale was much more powerful than herself and should have everything under control. So why was her chest filled with so much anxiety?
