Everyone was shocked, turning one after another to look at the newcomer. Who was this? Lan Xinghai's expression turned ugly in an instant; he was entertaining distinguished guests, yet someone actually dared to barge in and disturb them? Were they looking for death?
He was just about to flare up when he saw the newcomer's face clearly, freezing completely. Wasn't this Night Clan Patriarch Night Owl? How did he end up in such a sorry state?
His robes were shattered, his entire body stained with blood, and there was an alarming, gaping hole in his chest as though he had been pierced right through by a spear. His aura was chaotic and his face as pale as paper, making it seem as though he could collapse at any second.
The others in the grand hall also recognized Night Owl, shock written all over every single one of their faces. The Night Clan was one of the Four Royal Clans of the Azure Empire, holding an extremely high status.
As the Night Clan Patriarch, Night Owl was even an expert of the Third Layer of the Twelfth Tier, enjoying a resounding reputation across the Azure Empire. How could he have been beaten into such a state?
There was an obvious blood hole in his chest, with fresh blood still continuously seeping out and staining his robes red. His aura was chaotic and his face as pale as paper, making it seem as though he could collapse at any second.
Some even suspected whether outside enemies had invaded the Imperial Star; otherwise, how could anyone dare to lay a hand on Night Owl?
A Yales also frowned, looking at this wretched-looking old man with a trace of displeasure flashing in her eyes. She disliked being disturbed like this, and even more, she