While Su Mo was trying to awaken Xi'er's Martial Soul, an array of extravagant palaces stood in a majestic mountain range in the Central Continent, tens of thousands of kilometers away from Sunnywood City.
The thousands of towers paved with fine gold and coppery tiles covered hundreds of mountain peaks. They were grand and mysical, as if they were from the heavens.
In one of the extravagant palaces, a majestic figure sitting on a dragon chair suddenly stood up.
The figure gave off an air of sweeping strength and vigor, and his eyes shone keenly like daggers cutting through the air.
"Servant!" His call shattered the silence like a bomb.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
"Master!"
"Master!"
Immediately, dozens of figures flew swiftly into the hall and bowed to him.
"My daughter's tracks appeared in the East Continent."
The figure stared towards the East, with a rare smile appearing on his stony face.