Chương 897: Person of Tremendous Luck?

The River Gazing Sect's sect leader was an old man draped in black robes. He had black hair and a white beard. At that moment, he was sitting on the leader's seat in the great hall.

He was a cultivator, and a strong one at that, but he still had a look of defeat on his face. Gray mist would occasionally appear in his eyes, and his body constantly shuddered. Various things indicated that he had absorbed the gray mist and was fighting against the gray mist in his body.

He took a deep breath as he said in a stiff tone, "What happened to the gray mist explosion in the Southern Star Region?"

An old man spoke, "Leader, the gray mist over there has already completely disappeared. The people that went over there have all perished, including six disciples from our sect. The nearby cultivators said that the only ones to leave were the Heavenly Palace."

"The Heavenly Palace?"

The sect leader's eyes froze slightly as he immediately went deep in thought.