Imperial Kinsmen!

Following Elder Ying, Jian Wushuang soon arrived at the core place of the palace—a huge black pavilion.

On the stairs in front of him, he saw a weathered elder sit with his legs crossed and eyes closed.

If someone observed the elder just by looking, he would think that this man was not breathing and was dead, but if he closed his eyes and tried hard to feel the elder's aura, he would know that the elder was alive.

"Elder Yi." Elder Ying bowed to the elder respectfully.

The elder heard the voice and opened his eyes.

As the elder's eyes fell on Jian Wushuang, the latter immediately felt his mind go blank.

For a moment, Jian Wushuang felt as if he was frozen inside out.

"What's wrong with me?" He could not help being afraid.

"Three-star Ancient God!

"This elder must be a Three-star Ancient God, as powerful as a Dao Master."  

Jian Wushuang's eyes were widely opened.