At the main hall of Sangria Palace, Lachlan, who was wearing a grey robe, sat on the throne while gazing downward. Below him was a group of black-robed men. They were the confidants that he nurtured throughout the years, and they were some of the top-notch fighters and invincible in the outside world.

Many hastily rushed to the scene. Xanthe, Yanina, Xianna, and Quinella all arrived at the main hall.

Glaring at the elderly man sitting on the throne, Xanthe’s face darkened as she said coldly, “