Xingzhou, the mansion of King Luo.
It occupies thousands of hectares, with hundreds of palaces stretching continuously, a sight of extreme luxury and grandiosity.
Within a great hall.
King Luo and several trusted aides are discussing important affairs.
"Is the information accurate?"
This King Luo, with a majestic figure and an overwhelming aura, sits firmly, like a dragon coiling and a tiger crouching.
"Your Highness, judging from the time, even if that person used various precious longevity items, he is already running out of oil and nearing his end... We must take action now; otherwise, if that item falls into someone else's hands, it will be extremely detrimental to Your Highness' grand undertaking."
A black-clad scholar, fanning himself, speaks with confidence.
"Mr. Wen makes sense. The greater the risk, the larger the reward. Only with that item in hand will this prince have the qualifications to compete."
King Luo's eyes glimmer with sharp light.
