The Yang-Sovereign's Plans
The Yang-Dao Stadium, a place that held ten million powerful cultivators, was as silent as a grave as the audio began to play for all to hear.
"Why…why are you and the Yang-Sovereign doing this?" the Grandmaster's hoarse voice sounded out, his voice alone giving enough insight into his condition when he said these words, as the pain and agony he felt was audible for all to hear. "What are you going to do?"
"Hmph," Seraphia scoffed, her tone smug and haughty. "What, so you can escape and tell that little Prime Shadow of yours our plans, hoping that he can put a stop to it all?"
Silence lingered for a moment before Seraphia's laughter could be heard, at which point she spoke again.