"What did he say?"
In a far corner of the underground hall, a hooded man with a bronze mask leaned forward while a burly figure stepped into view.
The place they were in was a massive chamber carved directly into the mountain. It was one of the strongholds of the black market that was purely carved by stone and lit by mana lamps.
The entire structure was engraved with countless runes, its walls pulsing faintly with hidden power, making it as sturdy as the mountain itself.
Moreover, with layers upon layers of concealment arrays cloaking the entire hall in shadows, even a Lord-realm expert would struggle to sense its existence.
"Lord Aldren, we....we cannot go through."
Seeing the expectant look on the Lord's face, the burly figure stammered a little before conveying the news.
"Cannot go through?"
Sure enough, when Aldren Lionheart heard his words, his expression went as cold as frost, while a wild aura directly radiated out of his body, making the burly guy shiver.
