"Manager, may I ask where the Ancestor Masters are?" A Linglong Pavilion member could not help asking.
"If I knew where they were, would I still need to gather you all?" The middle-aged man at the head snapped, "And I said it was only possible. Possible. Can't you understand?"
"Yes, Manager."
The Linglong Pavilion member lowered his head.
Everyone knew the manager's temper, so they did not ask any more questions that would earn them a scolding. Instead, they asked, "Manager, how did you learn that the Ancestor Masters might have returned?"
"Good question."
The middle-aged man took a drag from his cigarette and waved his hand. "Three months ago, a great battle took place in the Guihai Region. In the end, the victor was decided when one person self-destructed."
"What was strange was that another great battle occurred in the Guihai Region two months ago. The outcome of that battle was also decided by one person self-destructing."
"Most importantly, someone saw that the person who self-destructed in both battles was the same person!"
After saying that, the middle-aged man fell silent. He took another cigarette from the pack and lit it from the stub of the previous one.
As his words fell, quite a few people below cried out, "The Eighteenth Ancestor Master?"
"Hehe, you little brats are pretty smart after all." The middle-aged man laughed. "A self-destruction that does not result in death—such a skill has, from ancient times until now, only ever been heard of in connection with the Eighteenth Ancestor Master."
With his confirmation, the entire square erupted into an uproar.
Many faces were filled with fervor.
In their lifetime, could they actually be fortunate enough to meet the legendary Ancestor Masters of Linglong Pavilion?
"Quiet, quiet."
The middle-aged man shouted, "The clues we have now