James walked out of the palace, while the others followed close behind.
James gazed at the weirdly-shaped airships in the distance. They were the size of mountains, and everyone could not help but marvel at the majesty of the armada.
“What the…”
James furrowed his eyebrows.
However, he was not surprised upon seeing the airships, considering that Earth’s environment had changed drastically. From the exterior and structure of the airships, they must have come from the Sealed Realms.
He was puzzled why anyone would come knocking on his doors.
“What’s going on?”
“Those must be airships from the Sealed Realms.”
“I’d say those are magic treasures rather than airships. I heard from cultivators from other Sealed Realms that airships like these can shrink in size whenever the user wills it.”
Many conversed in whispers.
“Is James Caden here?”
An oppressive voice boomed as an elderly man appeared on the airship at the very front. He was wearing a flamboyant robe and a golden belt on his waist. Standing on the airship, he glanced downward at Wyrmstead Palace.
James stepped forward and said, “I’m James Caden. May I know who you are and your purpose of visit?”
“I’m Yuvaan Zymir, the Sect Elder of the Divinity Sect of the Ancient Realm.”
His voice boomed.
Quincy whispered, “I’ve heard of the Ancient Realm, James. Over the past few years, Wyrmstead has been collecting information on the Sealed Realms. Meanwhile, the Ancient Realm is the highest-ranked Sealed Realm.”
Upon hearing this, James had a bad feeling about Yuvaan’s visit.
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