In the early morning, the faint fog had not yet dissipated on top of the Sacred Mountain.
A group of people, cloaked in black capes, had hurriedly started to ascend the mountain. They looked starkly conspicuous and threatening against the white backdrop of the thousand-year-old snow-covered mountain.
"Lord Prime Minister, you have come early," a slightly bald Wu E Zen Master greeted the visitors with a smile at the entrance of the mountain.
"In response to your call, Venerable, I dared not delay." The leader of the black-clothed group responded indifferently: "As soon as the emperor's order was issued, I embarked on my journey."
The visitor was no ordinary man, but Su Qian, the Prime Minister of the Yu Dynasty. The team accompanying him comprised of the skilled guards from the Eight Gates and Eight Sects under his command.
Just as he stated, they all looked worn from their journey.
