These are two middle-aged men, both wearing black robes, and they have the aura of iron-blooded killing.

Sharp eyebrows.

At first glance, he is no ordinary person.

"Did these guys die in the Supreme Pavilion?"

One of the middle-aged men spoke slowly, his voice magnetic.

"The Holy Son and the Imperial Master have instructions to see people alive or dead."

Another person said slowly.

"Just wait a little longer."

"Um?"

Before the words were spoken, the two of them suddenly stared in the direction of the Supreme Pavilion.

There, there were three auras flying towards this direction without any cover-up.

"Out?"
Chapter completed!