Chapter 1422


    The Three Elders were Grand Sect Elders, the highest authority figures of the Pris Sect. Theoretically speaking, even the


    Archbishop would have to be deferential toward them. However, the Three Elders had been sitting around doing nothing for


    decades. They did not concern themselves with the affairs of the sect.


    After a discussion with a few Sect Elders, Archbishop Pris left the main hall and headed to the mountain behind the Pris


    Sect.


    There was a cliff near the mountain. On the foot of the mountain, there was a simple-looking wooden house. In front of the


    house, three statues could be seen.


    Pris appeared before the cliff and looked at the statues before him, his mind in a trance. He remembered that thest time he


    was here was thirty years ago. In the blink of an eye, thirty years had passed.


    After briefly staring at the statues, he leaped into the air and flew toward the house. Soon, he arrived at the house. Upon closer


    inspection, Pris realized that the statues were actually humans. They were three elderly people—two men and one woman.


    Their clothing was ragged and tattered, and moss and invasive weeds grew in the surroundings. Even their heads were covered


    with dead leaves. It was apparent that they had been sitting here for a very long time.


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    Pris appeared before them and nced at the trio before kneeling on the ground.


    However, their eyes remained shut. Lifeless and motionless, they were akin to real statues.


    “Master... Master...” Pris stood up and shouted.


    At that moment, an elderly man moved, and the leaves that were umted on his head fell to the ground. He opened his


    eyes, which revealed his old age.


    “You''re here, Zekiel,” the elderly man spoke. His voice was hoarse. It seemed that he had not spoken in a very long time. He had


    almost forgotten how to speak.


    “Master...” Delighted, Pris cried out, “I’m here to visit you.”


    Every Archbishop was called Pris and only Pris. The current Archbishop’s real name was Zekiel Pris. Meanwhile, the


    man before him was his master.


    “How long have | been sitting here for?” the elderly man asked, his expression dazed. It seemed that he had lost track of time.


    After a brief moment, Pris said, “Master, it’s been thirty years. Your strength must have reached even greater heights.”


    The elderly man sighed and said, “My life is hanging by a thread. | should have been dead a long time ago. By cultivating the


    Deadwood Martial Technique, | only managed to linger out my life.”


    “Master, | havee to tell you something.”