The Elder, upon hearing this and observing the expression of the Tianwaitian Saint Master, realized the shifting powers were quite severe. The Tianwaitian Saint Master was the envoy they had sent from the Ancient Era to take control on their behalf.
It was rare to see such a grave expression on his face.
"Speak." The Elder picked up the teacup from the table and took a sip before saying.
The hands of the Tianwaitian Saint Master gripped tightly, his nerves on edge. The changes in the Ancient Era were significant, and he couldn't escape the blame; it was his oversight.
"Senior, Ling Tianyu, the Young Master of the Demon Race, Duan Yanran, we have not managed to kill even one of them to this day." The Tianwaitian Saint Master said, his heart tightening: "Especially Ling Tianyu, he is the Divine Doctor, almost no disease can stump him."
"And there's… there's…"
