Led by the priest, Fang Zheng passed through the dark passageway and arrived at the Dark Elves' hall, where he met the Matriarch of the First Family—the supreme ruler of this city, Matriarch Koreisha.
This Dark Elf was already quite old. Of course, elves themselves had long lifespans; generally speaking, an elf who had lived for a century or so would still look underage. Yet wrinkles could be seen at the corners of this Dark Elf's eyes and across her forehead, and even her silver-white hair showed signs of yellowing... This was enough to prove that she was far older than the others, at least over six hundred years old.
Fang Zheng simply raised his head, clasped his hands behind his back, narrowed his eyes, and examined Matriarch Koreisha before him. Koreisha, meanwhile, sat upon a silver-white spider-shaped chair, slightly lowering her head as she watched him. Seeing this, the surrounding priests' expressions changed slightly. One of them then gave a signal to a guard nearby, and a Dark Elf guard roared as he drew his sword.
"Impudent! Who gave you permission to dare meet Matriarch Koreisha's gaze?!"
Before his words had even faded, the slender sword in the Dark Elf guard's hand shot forward with a howl, carrying sharp sword energy as it stabbed toward Fang Zheng. His strike moved like a rabbit leaping from cover, agile and quick as lightning. Had Fang Zheng failed to react, this one blow would have left at least half his body crippled.
Yet it meant nothing to Fang Zheng.
In his eyes, everything before him seemed to be gradually slowing down, as if someone had begun playing the entire scene in slow motion. Fang Zheng could even clearly see the white strands of hair rising from the Dark Elf guard's head. His