739 Elsewhere

Sixth Heaven, Teardrop Clan.

The teardrop tattoo on his forehead was starking as he contemplated it with his own mind. His cultivation was far superior to his common peers and only a handful of them could admit that they were better than him. However, what had transpired back in Alchemy Union still haunts him. 

Azleid was seated, alone in his room. He looked at his palm slowly becoming moist from his own sweat as he remembered a few days prior.

The tremendous killing intent made his soul chained, his hairs curled, and his skin crawled. He was pretty close to the source and was on the verge of losing his consciousness. The devastating presence was like no other.

"Young master," a call was heard outside from his room.

"What?"

"A jade light passed by and was heading toward the Sky Clan."

"Hmm?" Azleid raised his chin, "Mavis is back."

"We have not yet discovered it, but most likely so."