A young man with a strikingly handsome face, reminiscent of a banished immortal, adorned a smile of intrigue and amusement as he surveyed the scene of a hundred lifeless bodies sprawled upon the ground. The heavy scent of death permeated the air, mingling with the sight of dried, darkened bloodstains staining the pebbles and an ominous gap in the dried riverbed.
"Greetings, Young Master!" announced a familiar figure, stepping out from the luminous glow. The Kunlun Sect members, save for Xue Yang, respectfully bowed their heads and clasped their hands, acknowledging the presence of the newly arrived young man.
'Young Master?' The weight of those words hung in the air, signifying that this young man was a direct descendant of the esteemed Xia family.
Xia Wei acknowledged the greetings with a nod before fixing his gaze upon the lifeless bodies. His tone was casual yet laced with an undeniable authority, demanding a clear explanation. "What transpired here?"
