Chapter 85: Grivoria!

Fine drizzle veiled the world, and the sky hung gray. The Mabre family's side estate wore ancient charm, a compound sprawling as large as two soccer fields. A Mabre disciple sprinted toward the main hall. The ancient martial artists he passed all turned, puzzled. "Patriarch, I need the Patriarch…" "S-something terrible happened…" He ran and shouted, nerves taut, panting so hard he could barely catch his breath. A thirtyish ancient martial artist seized his collar and demanded, "What happened?...