The matter of the Demon Race is just speculation, there is no solid evidence. The guests have arrived, and the birthday banquet is being held as scheduled.
Amidst the bustling activity at the Mysterious Void Sect, Halvion Ward's figure appeared outside the mountain gate.
He looked tired, his expression grave, with his brows tightly furrowed, and there was a bit of worry on his usually calm face.
He was respectfully welcomed into the mountain gate and led to the banquet location.
"Senior Brother!"
Kaelithra Nixon rushed over immediately with a concerned tone: "How are you, are you hurt?"
Halvion Ward smiled warmly: "I'm fine, it's just that I've been entangled with the opponent for quite a while, so I'm a bit tired."
Entangled?
Kaelithra Nixon asked: "Did he get away?"
