บท 1693: Giving Up on Himself

It was an order from the race headquarters—a special one.

The white-robed youth was no fool. 

He had overheard part of the battle at the Meteor Sea. 

The five lords were about to return!

"Master, where are you?" he murmured softly. 

His master was his teacher, someone like a teacher and a father to him.

The white-robed youth was Cree Mackey, the inspector sent by the headquarters. 

His master was one of the five lords. 

If he hadn't been severely injured back then, his achievements would have surely placed him higher than a mere stellar realm inspector. 

His cultivation level would definitely not be limited to just the spirit body realm!

His cultivation had stagnated for nearly thirty thousand years.

"Inspector Mackey, are you going to announce the rules of the competition?" Hardin Dolan asked.

"I'll let you handle it," Cree replied, shaking his head lightly.