Within the palace.
The elders, seated among them.
Each one with a solemn face, a calm expression.
All exuding a majestic presence, wearing opulent clothes.
When Fang Yu entered the palace, he was shocked by its grandiosity.
In the center of the palace, there was a hundred-meter-long carpet laid out, with towering pillars every ten meters on either side, carved with various patterns and fierce beasts.
At the end of the carpet was the elevated throne.
A hundred meters away, the view was clear.
Fang Yu immediately saw the Elf King on the throne, wearing a crown.
Also seated below on both sides were the white-haired elders and a mighty general in armor.
Fang Yu was not intimidated at all, and followed quietly inside.
The elder who had appeared at the palace gate earlier was slightly surprised; an ordinary person, upon seeing the palace, would have been too overwhelmed to move, yet he seemed calm and composed, unimpressed.
Though Fang Yu was quite shaken.
