The gray-haired elder in a robe landed on the plaza outside the massive stone palace.
Standing tall, he naturally exuded a majestic presence, like a towering mountain.
Swish, swish, swish.
Instantly, several figures, swift as phantoms, appeared by his side, revealing four elders in gray robes, distinctly different in attire from the gray-haired elder in a silver-gray robe.
"Grand Headmaster, have you discovered something?" One elder, with a long beard hanging to his chest and eyes gleaming, asked respectfully, looking at the gray-haired elder.
The gray-haired elder was none other than the infamous headmaster of the Supreme Palace within the Saint Land, Song Heling.
The reason Song Heling suddenly flew out from the palace was because, while he was resting his eyes in meditation, he released his intention, capable of covering tens of thousands of miles.
And as the dark forces approached, they naturally fell within the coverage of his intention.
