James could recognize one of these Grand Emperors — Yaraka Xenmour, the custodian of the Chamber of Scriptures.

“You’re back, James. Did you bring the Ancestral God Rank Elixir?” Yaraka asked. She was dressed in a white dress. Pure and untainted, she seemed like a beautiful fairy. Not only that, her voice was melodious.

James shook his head slightly.

“What?” Yaraka was shocked.

Xandros said, “Summon everyone here. We will have a meeting.”

“Yes.”

Knowing the severity of the situation, Yarak