The 4th Ancestor of the Brahama Sect
Leviathan Pavillon
As Ling Chen sat quietly on the main seat within the main hall of the Leviathan Pavillon, he was looking at the main entrance ahead of him with an enigmatic smile on his face. It was unknown what he was thinking.
However, he wasn't the only one. The Dark Primordial Shura Gods had their eyes glued at the main entrance as well. It was as if they were expecting someone to walk through the door at any moment.
Sure enough, not even a second has passed and one could hear numerous footsteps from the distance. With every passing second, the sound of the footsteps became louder.
Soon, an old man, along with seven other elderly men and a middle-aged woman walked into the main hall where Ling Chen and the Dark Primordial Shura Gods were currently sitting.
The old man in the lead was wearing a white robe and had messy hair like a chicken nest. He was extremely thin and had a dried and shriveled body like a corpse.