"This is what the Sacred Land has decreed, Elder Liu, you must follow it to the letter. If something truly happens to the Demon Suppression Barrier, neither you nor I can escape responsibility.
If the Sacred Land holds us accountable then, who can bear this burden?"
Zhuo Wen's gaze was icy, and his words were unkind. As he exuded the aura of a True Monarch at its peak, the other's expression slightly changed.
It was only then that Elder Liu realized that the man before him was Zhuo Wen, the Patriarch of the Zhuo Family, an elder wielding real power in the Celestial Thunder Sacred Land.
The other party always acted ruthlessly; many who offended him, even fellow elders, found it hard to gain any advantage.
"I will inform the others and have them monitor the Demon Race's movements!"
Elder Liu could only lower his head.
With a wave of his hand, Zhuo Wen dismissed him.
Alone in the City Lord's Mansion, Zhuo Wen watched Elder Liu's departing figure, his gaze slightly cold.
