Bab 906: Festival [2]

"Lord, this little one has accomplished the assigned task."

The grisly voice of a cloaked man echoed through a dark and humid area. This place was far separated from existence, a place that rarely anyone even knew the identity of.

Despite the prolonged echoing of his voice, it still seemed incredibly small not only in relation to the environment, but also to the individual he was reporting to.

That person didn't have the posture of an Emperor. They sat casually on a jade stone pillow large enough to carry their entire body. They held their head in their hands noncommittally with glazed eyes.

Nobody who came in contact with this person would believe they were mentally present. By all logic, it should've been impossible for someone with such strange eyes to exist in the same world as any common expert.

However, the man didn't move from his kneeling position no matter how much time passed.