In the dim underground hall, the air was incredibly murky. From the surrounding darkness, an endless cold aura emanated, sending shivers down one's spine.
On both sides of the hall, two rows of massive torches flickered constantly. At the center of the hall sat a huge throne made of bones, with rows of seats on either side.
At this moment, the seats were almost all occupied, save for an empty spot on both the left and right sides.
Seated on the bone throne was none other than the patriarch of the Lian Family, Lian Ji.
He gently tapped on the armrest of his chair. After a moment, Lian Ji's rather chilly voice finally echoed, "Three hours have already passed. Where are Eighth-in-command and Thirteenth-in-command? Why haven't they arrived?"
"Big brother..." The man seated at the furthest
