Chapter 2230

At this moment, his cloak was disheveled, his collar stained with dust and cold sweat. His legs were weak as he nearly crawled and rolled to the rocking chair. With a heavy thud, he knelt on the ground, his knees smashing against the hard stone tiles with a dull sound, yet he felt no pain at all.
The black-robed man braced himself on the ground with both hands, his back trembling uncontrollably. His head was deeply bowed, not daring to look at Mystic Vale even once. His voice shook like leaves in an autumn wind, filled with near-death terror: "Master... Master, something terrible has happened!"
Mystic Vale kept his eyes closed. His tone was calm, yet cold enough to freeze and crack the soul essence. "Speak."