James looked in the voice’s direction and spotted a human-like form standing on the roof of the Historial Palace.

Gradually, the person’s appearance became clear. It was a middle-aged man with red hair, wearing a black and white robe.

The man exuded the aura of a peerless, extraordinary cultivator, emanating a tremendous amount of Waltraud Power.

Strangely, he just stood there, not attempting to attack James.

“Were you talking to me?” James asked.

The middle-aged man snorted, “Is there anyo