"Josiah, how many factions are entangled in this affair?" a dignified voice resonated.

Within a chamber, the old man who had crossed paths with Celeste and Umbrex sat in a chair. Before him, a flickering light projected the image of a regal figure—the Empyrean of Scarlet Summit.

"Empyrean, to my knowledge, there are at least five factions involved," Josiah, the old man, respectfully responded, "Aside from us, there are factions from the immortal realm, other factions, and those responsible for tampering with our faction's artifact."

The Empyrean was taken aback. "Oh? Have you identified the perpetrators behind the tampering?"

Josiah responded gravely, "Yes, I encountered two individuals on the street whom I had long suspected. They appeared suspicious to me, and upon brushing past them, I detected a faint aura resonating with our faction's artifacts. I dare say it's highly probable that they’re the culprits."

Since detecting the tampering of the Abyssal Blaze Sword, Josiah had dil