The First Heir

In the hall, the atmosphere was unusually somber. Everyone watched the flickering eternal lamp with bated breath.

Roger’s eyes also flickered brilliantly as he stood with his hands behind his back.

The eternal lamp would impact everyone’s hearts and the safety of the world for the next ten years.

Alliance Master Yarn and Court Master Larson, as well as the four pavilion masters, stood in the crowd behind or beside Roger. They all watched the eternal lamp closely. This was related to the fate of the world.

Alliance Master Yarn narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the eternal lamp for a while before looking at Roger and Philip. He asked in a low voice, “Court Master Larson, did you predict the outcome of the Clarke family’s grand elder?”

Larson’s face was cold and aloof at the moment as he stood with his hands behind his back. There was a trace of sadness in his eyes as he said, “The outcome had long been decided.

Alliance Master Yarn was moved. He already understood

went out and green smoke rose. There was suddenly a mournful chill all around. At this moment, regardless of one’s occupation, status, or age,

and even the ordinary masses sensed something in their hearts and looked in the direction of Cochly Mountain. There, a star shone with golden splendor before slowly subsiding. In other parts of the world, all

of the great

moment, everyone only had lofty

almost immediately. They lowered their noble heads and mourned silently in

castle, Roger knelt

Court Master Larson, silently sighed as they looked