The Mysterious Leader of the Ancient Assembly

"What? White Heavenly Venerable was defeated?"

Upon the throne, Hun Ruoruo frowned slightly as she listened to Mo Yu's report from below.

"Indeed."

Below the steps, Mo Yu knelt on one knee, unable to suppress the gloom on his face. Clearly, he was extremely infuriated by this matter.

The disappearance of the Branch Hall of the Departed Souls had already greatly diminished his standing among the many Sequence Heavenly Venerables. Now, with White Heavenly Venerable's defeat, the already precarious Ninth Heavenly Venerable Hall had suffered yet another blow.

"As the face of the Ninth Heavenly Venerable Hall, the Black and White Heavenly Venerables rank only below this old servant. What they did is no different from slapping the Soul Hall's face," Mo Yu said darkly.

Although the mission had been assigned by Hun Ruoruo, Mo Yu took the loss of face upon himself and the others, showing no intention of shirking responsibility.

"Enough."

Seeing this, Hun Ruoruo waved her hand and said indifferently, "The Ninth Heavenly Venerable Hall is my territory, after all. I won't draw a line over such a minor setback."

"Striking my people is a provocation against me."

"Miss."

Delight appeared on Mo Yu's face. Just as he was about to say something, Hun Ruoruo waved him off and said lazily,

"Spare me the pleasantries. Tell me, what kind of force could make even White Heavenly Venerable fail?"

"Yes!" Mo Yu answered solemnly, lowering his voice. "Miss, during the time you were in seclusion, a rather formidable new force rose up in the Central Continent. Even the long-established balance of power has been shattered."

"Oh?" Hun Ruoruo glanced sideways. "Could this so-called emerging force be Starfall Pavilion?"

Mo Yu froze for a moment, then shook his head with a bitter smile. "If it were Starfall Pavilion, this