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