Night.
A dismal villa in the outskirts of Dong'an.
In the villa's hall, there were no lights on, only some eerily flickering candlelight from candelabras plugged into the wall for illumination.
The light was bizarre; the flame was not big, it hopped and skipped - a chilling crimson red.
The entire hall had an overwhelming smell of corpse.
Indeed! The oil lighting the room was corpse oil!
On the sofa in the hall sat an old man. His expression was extremely cold, with eyes dark as ink radiating chills, and an oppressive aura of death around him – he was akin to a dead man!
Behind the sofa, like statues, stood two elderly servants, their bodies also reeking of blood—a sinister presence.
The old man sitting on the sofa was toying with a loach charm in his hand. When the corners of his mouth lifted, a malevolent smile emerged. "Interesting, someone was able to leave traces of Taoist Power in my charm... they're trying to track me. Hehehe, a Taoist... how intriguing…"
