"Sigh. You're a cunning one, trying to pry information out of your own grand-uncle. It's the three ancestors: Thunder, Wind, and Frost. They're still out searching for the whereabouts of the Divine-level Space Fragments. It looks like it's time for them to come to Morhaven."
Graham Cross suddenly felt a storm brewing. The young woman before him possessed a beautiful face that was a paradoxical fusion of innocence and striking allure, yet she was also capable of ruthless methods.
'Dealing with the three elders won't be easy. But what's done is done. The priority now is to secure these five Divine-level Space Fragments!'
The major families entrenched on Earth had already received the news. The Rook family had stationed people among the other families, waiting to see whether their representatives would agree to join them.
The temptation of the Divine-level Space Fragments was their very reason for coming to Earth in the first place. How could they possibly refuse?
