Chapter 1249 Enemies Incoming

The man wore simple robes, but his presence demanded attention. He was over a century old, yet his face looked no older than that of a young man in his thirties. His hair, as white as snow, seemed to defy age, while his youthful features betrayed none of his true years. His robe moved of its own accord, as if it had a life of its own, a clear sign of his mastery over his craft. This was Favian, the leader of the Nine Suns Sect, the most powerful sect in the land.