Returned

Bulma and Tights looked at each other, their faces filled with despair.

"Grand Elder, I have some bad news to tell you."

Bulma said bitterly, "I know the Lord Gran you mentioned too, but no one knows where he has gone now. I'm afraid he can't help us!"

Hearing this, the Grand Elder said in shock, "How is that possible?"

He had only remained so calm because Gran was his backup plan. If Gran really was as Bulma said, then they were finished!

"Grand Elder, we weren't lying to you."

Tights explained, "Lord Gran had been staying at my house as a guest all these years, but he left some time ago."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly grew heavy.

Nail, who stood guard beside the Grand Elder, asked anxiously, "Grand Elder, what do we do now?"

Bulma glanced at Nail. This Namekian looked very much like Piccolo. If Piccolo's body had not been lying on the ground, she would have thought this man was Piccolo.

The Grand Elder did not immediately answer Nail. He closed his eyes.

"Although you said Lord Gran's whereabouts are unknown, I still have to try." The Grand Elder opened his eyes again.

Try?

Bulma sighed. Even if Whis responded when the Grand Elder called him, they probably would not come involve themselves in such trivial Mortal Realm affairs.

"Whis!"

Not knowing what Bulma was thinking, the Grand Elder raised his head and called out toward the void.

Once his call ended, the room became utterly silent again, so quiet that everyone could hear one another breathing.

Hope gleamed in the eyes of the Grand Elder and Nail. They hoped that Lord Candidate God of Destruction would come and save the Namekians.

But after a while!

The Grand Elder's call received no response, and Gran