The 126th year of Datong Calendar, August 12th, the weather was clear.
On the third day since the corpses of Wang He and his son were hung at the city gate.
Xiang Iron City.
The City Lord, Embroidered Tiger True Man, was in his residence preparing to start a brand new, beautiful day. He stared dumbfounded at the shadow of an exotic beast that was rising outside the city. It let out a sky-piercing roar, its Nascent Soul level presence overpowering the whole city, accompanied by a cold voice saying:
"Jincha Datong Association's formal member Wang He was murdered and his body hung outside Xiang Iron City. Such an act is a severe provocation to our Great Unity Association."
"The City Lord of Xiang Iron City is given one day to hand over the murderer, consider yourself warned!"
"What happened?"
