"Why did you want to meet me, big brother?" asked a handsome young man with a warm voice, sitting on a throne made of pure Energy Stones. Besides the person stood a long wooden staff. If one didn't know who the person was, they would think that this staff was only some mortal weapon, but if they knew the person's status, they would know how powerful this staff would be.
The young man looked to be only in his twenties, and his long, woody, brown hair covered nearly the entire throne. If one saw this person, they would mostly feel confused. His aura was that of a mortal's, and nothing on him, except maybe his hair, would feel like that of a cultivator's. Why was such an average person sitting upon a throne that would cost more than a whole sect?