Grave of the Nine Provinces.
This is a place meant for the dead.
But inside, sits a group of living people.
Silvio Reed sat on the gilded dragon chair, eyes closed, lost in thought about something.
In front of him, stands a group of people.
This is the grand hall for the burial accompaniment, meticulously arranged according to the proportion of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.
Except for some differences in materials, many things are identical.
The surrounding burial items were set aside, leaving space for people to stand.
"Trent Marsh... how many days has he been missing?" Silvio Reed slightly opened his eyes and asked.
"This place for the dead, ultimately carries a sinister aura. It's still my Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance's grand hall that's spacious, and I wonder when we can return there."
He stood up, stretched lazily, and spoke softly.
