C283 You Are Being Humiliated.

Capital of Lunamos.

In an exquisite pavilion.

A black-robed old man sat on a futon and said to a man in his sixties, "You should know why I asked you to come here. So many days have passed, and that little granddaughter of yours, Kaleb, has died?"

Hearing the black-robed old man's question, the man was shocked and replied carefully, "Poison God, I'm not very sure about this