"My lord, you summoned me?"
Within Jiangzhou Territory, a dimly lit forest cloaked in shadows.
The sun's rays, completely obstructed by the dense, overlapping leaves, spared not a sliver of light, while in the distance, a waterfall cascaded down a moss-covered cliffside, creating a continuous roar of water. In the autumn forest, one could faintly hear occasional bursts of bird calls and cicada songs.
The last of the Anlong Organization's three great Demon Generals, Cang Qi, took a step forward and knelt on one knee, respectfully looking at the black soles of the emaciated monk before her.
This monk was tall and thin, resembling a black bamboo pole, draped in a moldy, ancient, red robe.
His face was gloomy and stern, marked with many black age spots.
At first glance,
he lacked the peaceful aura of a Buddhist sage and instead exuded an air of dread, like that of a malevolent spirit.
This monk in his red robe was none other than the leader of the Anlong Organization, Bogavant.
