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In just ten minutes, Skadi had rushed over to the Zells’ villa with more than 20 other grandmaster-level experts.

Excitement filled Skadi’s eyes when she noted how the area was guarded by powerful big shots.

What was happening today? Why were so many big names gathered here?

This was not something any ordinary person would ever get to witness.

Would she be able to meet her idol?

Skadi went up to her grandfather and whispered, “Grandpa, is something big happening today?”

Zakariah looked around the place and then whispered something in Skadi’s ear.

The smile on Skadi’s face instantly froze. It was then replaced with a dignified and solemn expression.

She turned and ordered the grandmaster-level experts, “Surround the villa. Don’t allow even a single fly to enter the premises.”

They immediately dispersed in all directions.

Ten minutes later, Grant rushed over while huffing. “Colonel, the National Association of Priests is here.”

“Invite them in quickly,” Stellar pressed.

Grant smiled bitterly and said, “The Martial Arts Association won’t let them in. They’re saying they won’t let even a single fly in.”

Zakariah’s and Skadi’s faces twitched, and they strode out of the villa at the same time.

It was not long before two sage-like priests dressed in purple robes entered the manor with 18 other priests dressed in red robes.

Zakariah introduced the white-haired priest who was dressed in a purple robe. “Colonel, this is Father Cillian, head of the Quiet Winds Church. He’s also the head of the Priests Association in Jonford.”

The man had a delicate face and oozed a refined temperament. His deep eyes seemed dotted with stars as if he had witnessed the vicissitudes of life. His white hair seemed fitting with his appearance.

Father Cillian saluted, “Greetings, Colonel.”

Stellar nodded slightly in return. “And to you, Father Cillian.”

Zakariah introduced another priest who not only sported long brows but also a white beard and equally white hair. “This is Father Lloyd. He’s the vice-head of the Quiet Winds Church and also one of the five vice-presidents of the National Association of Priests.”

Father Lloyd was about 70 years old. His face was long with slightly high cheekbones, and his hair and beard were white. His long brows that hung down the side of his cheeks were more than 20 centimeters in length, while his purple robe gave him a sage-like disposition. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Even if he was the vice-head of the Quiet Winds Church, he still possessed the cultivation base of a stage eight grandmaster.” Greetings, Colonel,” said Lloyd as he saluted Stellar in the ways of the priests.

Stellar smiled politely. “And to you, Father Lloyd.”

Zakariah put his hand over his heart and said to both of them, “Fathers, as I had mentioned just now, we must keep those assassins out and protect the warden.”

Father Lloyd smiled lightly. “Mr. Sinclair, to tell you the truth, last night, my junior-”

“Senior!”

Father Cillian frowned and cut his senior off.

Lloyd coughed before continuing. “The Quiet Winds Church will do their best.”

After Cillian saluted Stellar, he then turned around and went toward the rest of the students of the Quiet Winds Church.

Stellar looked at the backs of the two priests thoughtfully as he felt unease grow in him. “Mr. Sinclair, can we rely on them?”

Zakariah decided to reveal more information about the two priests.”All 18 generations of Father Cillian’s ancestors have been golden amulet masters of the Quiet Winds Church. He’s 65 years old this year and is also a stage nine grandmaster. He has refused the president position of the National Association of Priests several times and has been hiding in the Quiet Winds Church in seclusion for years. Father Lloyd is 98 years old this year. His father and grandfather were also golden amulet masters of the Quiet Winds Church. He possesses the cultivation level of a stage seven grandmaster.”

His eyes were green with envy when he mentioned their cultivation. He was also the president of an association, yet he only possessed the strength of a stage three grandmaster while Father Cillian was a stage nine grandmaster.

Why was there such a huge gap between them?

After hearing more about the two men, Stellar raised his head and sighed. “I hope they can help the warden weather through this disaster.”

Father Cillian and Father Lloyd were now seated at the stone table while Grant sent for someone to brew them tea.

“A General Star has fallen. That is a fate we can’t deny. Why don’t you want to tell them the truth?” Lloyd asked, somewhat puzzled.

What Lloyd had wanted to tell Zakariah just now was that Cillian had seen a General Star move toward the west when he was star gazing the night before.

The falling of a General Star meant that a major figure of the government had reached the end of their life.

Considering what was happening with the warden at the moment, it was not difficult for them to guess that the General Star was referring to the warden of the Northern Territory.

Cillian closed his eyes and rested his mind before responding lightly, “The General Star didn’t fall off completely. A glimmer of life yet remains in the warden.”