He was not alone, and they did not notify Qu Zhoufu.
The man who had reached the second stage of Xuanmen entered here as easily as reaching into a bag, yet he was not the strongest among them.
Pei Ye slowly stood up, and from the first glance at them, he knew where he had been for the past ten years.
In their pitch-black, heavy cloaks, like a mass of shadow, only a vivid theatrical mask was visible beneath the hood. There were four of them, one with a purple-colored Sima mask, one with a plain face, one with a white face, and Qu Zhu with a simply lined, unadorned green face. Each person carried on their back a rather thick pillar-shaped wrapped bundle, standing simultaneously atop this high cliff.
Pei Ye looked on with an icy expression, his heart beating slowly, "Huan Si Lou," this secretive and secluded organization, was now fully revealed before him.
So, this was the thing "Huan Si Lou" had secretly plotted for over twenty years.
