The old man had completely white hair and a face full of deep wrinkles. Half his face was obscured by a cloak. Embroidered on the chest of his robes was a coiled dragon crest, radiating an ominous Yin energy.
His hoarse voice echoed from within the crystal ball.
"Dariel, how is the situation?"
"Very smooth." Dariel narrowed his eyes, a ferocious laugh.
"The people the Saint Lord dispatched are truly ruthless in their actions. Merciless. Swift as the wind and lightning."
"To think that in merely a single night, within a short two hours, they directly wiped out an entire peak of over twenty thousand people."
"However, I didn't expect the Saint Lord would choose to slaughter Heaven-Turning Peak first instead of directly wiping out Sunblaze Peak."
"That Rorin didn't even have a grudge against you and ended up as a scapegoat, truly unlucky."
The old man in the crystal ball frowned, deep suspicion on his face. "What... are you talking about?"
