Heiming Mountain.
This place is the headquarters of the Ming Fire Sect.
The mountain is pitch-black, with few trees, and the strange rocks are rugged, forming many terrifying shapes.
Inside the chilly great hall, bluish-green flames burned within the four bronze beast heads. Eight armchairs were symmetrically arranged, two rows to the left and right beneath the throne.
Of course, the first armchair on the right is now vacant, unoccupied; it belonged to the one once known as Lie Yanzi.
"Sect Hierarch, are we just going to let this matter slide?" the red-robed elder Lie Wuxia, with a white beard, who previously had stopped Yi Chen from ascending the mountain, roared at Yin Tianyin angrily.
"What else can we do, do you want to go or should I?"
"Yi Chengzi is a genius that comes once in a millennium, even if I called upon my great-uncle, we couldn't do anything to him. Why don't you, Lie Wuxia, give it a try?" Yin Tianyin retorted with a cold laugh.
