Divine Tiger Race
Ji Family
Inside the grand and ancient hall, the atmosphere was so heavy it was stifling.
On the main seat, a middle-aged man in a luxurious tiger robe with a stern face, was intensely staring at a completely shattered nameplate in his hand, the veins bulging on the back of his hand, emanating an terrifying aura that made the people kneeling below shiver in fear.
He was Ji Lin, one of the great elders of one of the two main factions of the Ji Family.
The people kneeling were spies from the Ji Family.
"Speak! Why is Ji Shi's nameplate shattered? What exactly happened in the secret realm of Black Mountain City?!"
Ji Lin's voice was like piercing ice, each word carried a chilling intent to kill.
"Re-replying to Elder..." the spy trembled as he reported the intelligence they had gathered, "Acc-according to our sources outside, the secret realm in Black Mountain City has ended... Ji Shi, along with all his guards, have... have perished..."
"Boom!"
