Duanmu Huai looked at the figures before him with a very calm demeanor. He certainly knew who they were and why they had come here.
"Greetings, Faelun gods."
Duanmu Huai nodded to the figures before him, as a form of greeting.
"If possible, I would have liked to invite you all with a grand banquet, but unfortunately, your time in the prime material plane is limited, so let's get straight to the point."
As he spoke, Duanmu Huai spread his hands apart.
"You may be wondering why I am here, so let me tell you directly. Simply put, some ancient evil gods are awakening, and they have discovered this world. The Tribunal, as the vanguard against these evil gods, has come here."
"Ancient evil gods?"
A Sacred Knight, who had lost his right hand and whose hair and beard were white with dignity and maturity, had a slightly condensed expression.
"How ancient are they?"