The early morning sunlight pierced through the mountains and rivers of the earth, sweeping over the Outer Sect City, where disciples were continuously flying in and out, busy and depressed.
Inside a mansion.
Chen Xuanjin's Nascent Soul hovered in the great hall, his head lowered, very tense.
Before him sat a man on the seat of honor, dressed in a black robe with dragon patterns, his face young and handsome, but the authority that emanated from his brow gave him an oppressive air that belied his appearance. His long hair was coiled under a silver crown carved with Qilin patterns, and he exuded an air of unrivaled prestige simply by sitting there.
"Your brother was assassinated by a demon cultivator of the Thousand-Autumn Pavilion, and now you have been seriously injured by the Flying Leaf Sword Immortal," the man in the black robe said slowly. "Do you think the master of Zuo Yijian might be connected to the Thousand-Autumn Pavilion?"
