Sacred Mountain Conference

In the empty Saint Hall, Dao Qiongcang was the only person sitting in the main seat. He was sitting there with a smile, looking calm and elegant.

Suddenly, his eyeballs bulged out and became bloodshot.

The sudden pain made him unable to help but cover his forehead and let out a muffled groan.

After a long while, he finally recovered.

"Hu... Finally, it's over." Dao Qiongcang let out a long sigh and stood up from his seat.

The surroundings were extremely quiet. Even Xiao Qi was not there. Only the squeaking sound of him pushing the seat when he got up echoed.

Dao Qiongcang's upper body was leaning forward, and his hands were pressed on the silver table. It was unknown what he was thinking, but his eyes were a little out of focus.

Soon, he smiled sadly and sorted out the messy documents left by Xiao Qi on the table.

After quickly sorting the stacks of paper and several jade scrolls, he stored them into his spatial ring one by one.