Black sand grains swept across the ground by the raging wind, striking the rocky surface, creating an incessant rustling sound.
"The Lord is still cultivating at the top of the tower, right now is the critical period to break through that threshold."
The man in white kept his hands hidden in his sleeves, his face obscured by the swirling sandstorm, speaking in an indifferent tone:
"Even if the sky falls, he must not be disturbed."
The red-haired man furrowed his brows tightly, a hint of anxiety flashing across his chiseled face.
"I have urgent matters."
He stepped forward, and the hard rock beneath his feet instantly shattered into powder:
"The cleanup operation over in East Capital has gone awry, affecting our cooperation project with the military."
"This matter must be reported to the Lord immediately."
"Urgent matter?"
The man in white curled his lips into a mocking arc, his eyes casting a sidelong glance filled with undisguised contempt:
