Chapitre 142: Ancient Realm

Inside a dimly lit room, seven old yet powerful figures could be seen sitting around a round table in the middle of the room. 

The room was plain but the atmosphere inside the room was heavy. 

One of the figures gazed at the white-haired old man sitting at the head seat. The old man was the strongest person present in the room, not just in the room he was one of the strongest in the whole East Continent. 

The person's name was Ratric Troy. He was the Principal of the Royal Academy.

"Sir, what did the Central continent say?"

The white-haired old man gazed at the person who spoke. It was George the Vice Principal of Royal Academy.

"They are willing to help but it's only because the situation is even more dangerous than we thought."

George's expression was grim. Even the five elders of the Royal Academy sitting around the round table wore dark expressions.