The expansive council hall was solemn and dignified, where an elderly man with white hair sat side by side with Mu Beichen.
The elder wore a coarse robe, and although his hair was white, his face was rosy and bright, exuding vigorous vitality, truly embodying the saying "white-haired but youthful in spirit."
However, at this moment, the elder wore an expression of anger, and upon closer inspection, one could see that his hand holding the teacup trembled slightly, evidently suppressing the rage within.
"Supreme Elder, don't worry, the token is still within the residence, it should be found soon," the Third Elder said, drenched in cold sweat, trembling as he spoke.
"This time you may find it, but what about the next?" the Supreme Elder replied coldly.
If not for Mu Chengxuan being his only disciple, and the Third Elder being Mu Chengxuan's paternal grandfather, he would likely have kicked the Third Elder out long ago.
