Fourth Master Yates was standing in the middle of the mourning hall. A terrifying aura was shrouding his body.

It was as if a tiger that had been long in slumber was about to bare its fangs once again.

The awakening of the tiger would surely pile up bones like a mountain and blood flowing like a river.

Not far away from Fourth Master Yates, Evander was wearing a white shirt. He seemed lonely and depressed, but the people that knew who he was were still trembling in their boots.

He was prepar