Within the deep and secluded mansion, the lights flickered.
A valorous young man with a high nose bridge sat at the desk, frowning as he stared intently at the information in his hands.
As he dwelt in vexation, a black-clad old servant suddenly walked in and handed over a visiting card. The Martial King casually opened the letter and could not help but reveal a smirk.
"Controlling Spirit Holy Puppet Sect! Sacred Puppet Sect's Blood Spirit Son! What audacity!"
"However, I seem to have heard this name. This person is indeed the prime disciple of the Sect Master Chen Haichao of the Controlling Spirit Holy Puppet Sect, so there's no harm in inviting him into the palace for an audience."
The Martial King tossed the visiting card to the corner of the desk, yet his mind began pondering over the intelligence he had received during the day.
