"It is coming, it is coming..."
"Second Elder Marin, you do not need to be so savage every time. The construction cost of this spatial wooden door of mine is not cheap, and how many times have you already broken it?"
As Second Elder Marin's palm constantly hammered against the Fourth Wooden House on the ancient tree, an aged voice transmitted from inside, carrying a tiny bit of grievance and displeasure.
"Creak."
The wooden door possessed extremely profound patterns; without a clever application of force, it would likely be extremely difficult to open. At this moment, the wooden door was quietly opened by the shadowy figure inside.
"Did you not go to preside over the Elector Tournament?"
"How do you have the time to come here to see me?"
Pushing the door open and stepping out, a brush of spatial power resembling a small vortex permeated the doorway, and an elf who looked roughly like a human middle-aged man walked out.
This spirit man was indeed extremely similar to a human appearance, lacking extra sharp angles, pointed ears, downy hair, and so on. If one did not look closely, it was truly easy to mistake him for a human.
"We have a guest."
"I will give you the time it takes to burn a stick of incense."
Second Elder Marin's voice fell coldly, and immediately her body shifted slightly, revealing the two figures behind her.
"Senior Old Ghost Yao, this is my second brother, and he suffered heavy injuries during the Tournament. Could I trouble you to take a look?"
Xiao Yi wore an anxious expression, hurriedly turning sideways to reveal Xiao Yan's figure, and spoke.
"There is no need for such trouble. You should handle your own matters as soon as possible so that I can feel somewhat at