Lu Yang took the scroll and chuckled. He could guess how the Grand Elder's foolish son had been tricked into coming here and then imprisoned. The man had absolutely brought it on himself; he was far too arrogant.
"Thank you kindly. I'll take this." Lu Yang raised an eyebrow, took the scroll, and flew toward Pure Spirit Town.
On the outskirts of the town, a caravan was preparing to depart for Gale Stronghold. There were many people in the caravan—not only members of the Pure Spirit Race, but also many Great Angels. There were more than a hundred people in total, along with over two hundred flying beasts carrying supplies.
At the edge of the caravan, he spotted the Second Elder, who was personally overseeing the organization of the trade caravan that day. According to historical records, the Second Elder had deliberately chosen this day—the day when an elder was required to transport supplies and report on the past month's affairs at Gale Stronghold—to handle the task himself. He intended to kill the Grand Elder's son that day. The order had already been issued. Once he left and the Grand Elder's son died, no one would suspect him.
The Grand Elder loved his son dearly. One could imagine his heartbroken grief upon learning that his son had been murdered. The Second Elder could then take the opportunity to assassinate the Grand Elder or seize his position outright.
"Check everything carefully. Move faster," the Second Elder ordered as he walked to a nearby spot to rest.
Seeing that no one was around, Lu Yang suddenly rushed over to the Second Elder. Looking at his handsome face, he smiled and said, "You must be the Second Elder."
"A human?" Second Elder Anbas frowned at Lu Yang. He looked down on humans, but