C182 The Fall of the Moon!(1)

In the sky, a procession of dozens approached, all clad in fiery red attire. The men were dashing, the women stunning, and leading them was an old man with a stooped figure. His white hair whipped about in the wind, exuding an air of desolation. Concealed behind an ancient bronze mask, his face remained a mystery to all.

"You've finally arrived!" White Tiger Lord exclaimed with a laugh