An hour ago.
In an ancient location within the Central Region.
In a seclusion room, an elder sat cross-legged.
Underneath him was a meditation cushion.
The cushion was entirely black, with gold trim embedded around it.
On the cushion, streams of astonishing black aura floated upwards.
"Sigh." After a while, the elder took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and stopped his retreat.
Slowly standing up, the elder smoothed his sleeves, revealing a withered elderly arm.
On the arm, a faint Sword Mark made his eyes flash with a startling killing intent.
The elder put down his sleeve and got up to leave.
Just as he left the seclusion room, another elder approached him.
"Third Guardian?" The elder glanced at the approaching figure, slightly confused.
"What brings you to my Evil Sea Palace today?"
The approaching elder smiled and cupped his hands, "Has the Great Elder exited seclusion?"
