Li Qingchan, Zhao Zhu, Zhou Yuan and the rest were seated in a room lit by lamp light.

“Elder Wu.” Li Qingchan’s eyes looked towards the front where an elder with a head full of white hair and gray robes was seated. His back was straight, and his expression was cold and stern, making him appear like a strict, grumpy old man.

This old man was called Wu Lin, and was the elder sent to oversee the Black Flame Province affair by the sect.

“I did not expect you to be leading the team this time, Li Qingchan.” Elder Wu gave a brief nod to Li Qingchan. When dealing with a Chosen of a sect, even someone as stern as himself seemed to soften somewhat.

His gaze swept over the rest of the team, before coming to an abrupt halt when he saw Zhou Yuan. After being stunned for a moment, elder Wu frowned deeply as he said, “Why is there a fourth layer Alpha-Origin here? Which peak does this disciple belong to? Do you think someone of your level can dabble in such a mission? This is absurd!”

Elder Wu Lin was...