"Hmph, you brat... be careful."
The elder's sudden admonition caught Long Santai by surprise, and he took a moment to react. Then, the call was abruptly ended from the other side, and Long Santai could only chuckle lightly.
Meanwhile, on the other end of the line, an old man with white hair and a white beard had just put down his phone. His fingers, resting on the desk, began to tap lightly on the surface—THUD, THUD, THUD, THUD.
"Demons re-emerging... Mysterious Yellow Realm... Sakura... Golden Body Primordial Spirit..." The elder muttered solemnly, summarizing all the information Long Santai had reported in his mind, trying to find some key insight.
"Forget it. Before we find conclusive evidence, we must first ensure the safety of that kid with the Golden Body Primordial Spirit." The elder, who had been deep in thought with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, revealing a pair of profoundly deep and intelligent black eyes within his sunken sockets.
