Inside the headquarters of the Heavenly Dao Alliance, within a magnificent golden hall, a man cloaked in a dark golden robe sits upon a throne, his face concealed by a meticulously crafted golden mask, even lacking eye holes. Yet, this seems to not impact his sight, for he continues to look downward at a man kneeling on the ground below.
"Emilio, you've returned from the battlefield three years ago. In other words, everything you've seen and heard in the Heavenly Dao Alliance during these three years has been known to Guding and his people. During these three years, our Heavenly Dao Alliance has almost no secrets in their eyes, including my emergence, the number of Reserve Taoist Protectors we've trained..."
The voice of the man in the golden robe sounds rather indifferent, but Emilio's head is lowered ever more, sweat on his forehead accumulating drop by drop, even causing his body to tremble slightly.
