2154. Chance

Emperor had the aspect of a middle-aged man with long black hair combed in a ponytail. The lace that kept it still had a few blue jewels embroiled in its fabric. His robe carried the same shades of those gems, and a perfect short beard covered his cheeks.

Queen wore similar colors, and the same went for the jewels in her blonde hair. She had a youthful appearance, but her face carried evident traces of maturity, especially when it came to her deep black eyes.

The two experts had descended from the starry sky after Noah's request, and they had taken their spot next to Cursed Reality. The area now had four solid stage cultivators at the peak of their power, but Noah and June remained at the center of that meeting.

"You are interesting, but the existence of the Cursed Labyrinth is more important," Emperor stated before anyone could say anything.

"Are you using him to protect the Labyrinth?" Noah mocked while looking at Cursed Reality. "I have overestimated you."