The atmosphere inside Miao Jun's cave was slightly heavy.
"What did you say??"
Miao Jun's face was filled with disbelief, his eyes widened as he stared intently at his subordinate who came to report the news, as if doubting what he heard.
"President, both the president and vice president of the Ten Thousand Dragons Commerce Association have died due to a mysterious assassination, their corpses now nowhere to be found."
A white-haired elder suppressed the turbulent emotions within him and repeated the shocking news clearly once more.
He understood very well the president's current feelings.
After all, when he first heard this news, he too was dazed for quite a while before recovering from the extreme shock.
One must know that the president of the Ten Thousand Dragons Commerce Association was no ordinary figure; not only was he a Golden Core middle-stage cultivator, but also a third-rank mid-grade puppet master.
