"Why did it have to fall into his hands?"
As the Golden Pen, seemingly tracing a path of fate, fell into Xu Ji's hands, the chaotic scene fell into an eerie silence for a brief moment.
Then the others immediately did everything they could to seize this most important weapon. Only the Old Marquis of Linyuan City wore a complicated expression, as if a giant hand were ruthlessly crushing his heart.
Useless. Useless...
He felt utterly exhausted. He didn't even want to look at Xu Qiao's face, full of fear and unease. His resolve wavered despite himself.
He believed Xu Qiao could see that the Xu Family of Linyuan City was now facing a matter of life and death.
As one of the Twelve Races, and especially as the powerful Old Marquis, he sat in a black chair at the head of the table when attending World Council meetings. When he met the old World Guardian priests, he regarded them with the condescending scrutiny of a great man.
That sense of superiority came from his status as a member of the Golden Race. More deeply, it was the absolute confidence that came with the Golden Race's privilege of priority in the world.
Under normal circumstances, no one dared harm a member of the Golden Race. The world itself would punish them.
It was a privilege passed down from their ancestors.
But this time, someone from the Morgan Family, the Golden Race's sworn enemy, had come, and Linyuan City had been cut off from the outside world. The temporary loss of the world's priority privilege meant only one thing: these Knight Errants had come determined to leave him no chance to retaliate.
And sure enough, a series of events had caught the Golden Race completely off guard.
But there was still