All of them were stunned. Turning their heads to take a look, they noticed a figure slowly walking out from among the trees.

The figure wasn’t all that large or tall. It was an old man with gray hair, who ambled forward with the aid of a walking stick. This elder looked just like any ordinary old man. However, for him to appear so deep within the mountains, there was no way anyone would mistake him for an ordinary person.

The two horns peeking out from beneath the hair on his temples brought shocked recognition to their faces. In an instant, they remembered who he was.

This was the one who had neutralized the Embroidered Envoy’s most powerful weapon with just a single word. He was the reason why the Embroidered Envoy had then been taken out one after another, before eventually being exterminated.

It’s that dragon race elder! Zu An was horrified. What the hell is going on? Didn’t they say that the dragon race didn’t like getting too involved in the affairs of the world? He was supposed...