Long Shan's Choice

Su Clan, Upper World

A man in a black robe sat on a plush couch, his white hair neatly tied up. His sharp eyes were fixed on the handsome middle-aged man sitting on the opposite couch. The middle-aged man's eyes were filled with worry.

"It's been over ten days, and we still haven't found Su Xin."

The middle-aged man sighed. "It's all my fault. I should not have let her go to those ruins,"

"Su Jian, we've known each other for over a thousand years, and this is the first time I've seen the situation get out of your hands."

"Anyway, what happened?" The man in the black robe inquired.

Su Jian sighed and shook his head. "Xin'er told me a few days ago that she had discovered a clue to the ruins of Ancient Era. I'm not sure what was going through my head, but I let her go there. But who'd have thought that she'd be ambushed?"

"Those people from the Blood Tower really made the wrong enemy this time," he said with a ruthless glint in his eyes.