The Undercurrent Surges

"Yes."

Ruler Whitefloat nodded his head. He did not use any divine power and instead walked up the stone stairs step by step.

A moment later, Ruler Whitefloat walked to the top of the stone stairs. There was a strange pavilion that was completely red.

He pushed open the door of the pavilion. Inside the spacious pavilion, there was no light. A thin old man was sitting cross-legged on the head seat of the pavilion, half of his face hidden in the darkness.

"Hall Master." Ruler Whitefloat respectfully bowed.

"Eh? Whitefloat, what's wrong with your face?" A hoarse voice came from the skinny old man.

When Ruler Whitefloat heard this, a look of humiliation flashed across his eyes. Gritting his teeth, he replied, "Palace Master, this is all thanks to Ruler Blood Wave of the Divine Life Palace."