Entering the quiet reception room of the guild, sitting at the dining table, Chen Ming dismissed everyone else and began to inform Lin Chen of the important events that transpired after their departure.
"It's been several months since you left, quite a lot happened outside."
"Shortly after you left, people from the Ancient Race did come."
"They were very aggressive, obviously unable to swallow their anger."
"They came to Thunder City, and we were also ready for a battle, with the Great Elder sending people to the Western Alliance for support."
Lin Chen and Lee Zhen's expressions grew tense with added nervousness.
"However..." Chen Ming's tone changed unexpectedly, "They were ultimately stopped by the Xuanyuan Race."
"Xuanyuan Race?" Lin Chen raised an eyebrow; this was quite unexpected.
"Yes," Chen Ming nodded, "According to the intelligence we received, it seems the high-ranking officials of the Divine Race reached some consensus."
