Meng Qingshan sat in the meditation hall, his hands resting on Hei Xin, the sword that connected him to Zhuan Xinyi, his summoned demon. His thoughts were distant, still haunted by the bloodshed of his last mission, but the weight of his past and present continued to pull him back to reality.Suddenly, the heavy door of the hall slammed open. A young disciple, breathing heavily from the rush, stumbled into the room. His face was pale, eyes wide with panic."Meng Qingshan!" the disciple gasped. "Urgent news... the Wutai Sect... they're coming!"Meng's eyes narrowed as he rose to his feet, calm yet alert. His instincts told him something was gravely wrong. "Explain," he commanded, his voice steady despite the storm brewing inside him.The disciple swallowed hard, glancing at Meng's unreadable expression. "The Wutai Sect has mobilized their forces. They believe the demonic sect is responsible for the illness plaguing Prince Feng, and they've declared an all-out assault on us. They're marching here as we speak!"The room grew colder as the gravity of the situation settled in. Meng's mind raced, pieces falling into place. So, the illness Feng had contracted was being blamed on them. The Wutai Sect, always righteous in their pursuit of justice, now sought to wipe out their entire sect in retaliation."They're mistaken," Meng said quietly to himself, thinking about the dark forces truly at play. Yet, there was no time to dwell on it. The Wutai Sect was powerful, and if they were coming in full force, it would mean a bloodbath.A deep voice resonated from within the room. Zhuan Xinyi, who had materialized in the shadow behind Meng, grinned with a malicious delight. "Well, this should be fun. Shall we welcome our guests?"Meng ignored the demon's eagerness for carnage. His focus was on the survival of the sect. He knew that many of the disciples weren't ready for a full-scale war. He had to act quickly."We need to prepare," Meng said firmly, turning to the disciple. "Alert the elders and the leaders of the sect. We have little time."The disciple nodded and ran out to deliver the message. Meng clenched his fists, his mind already mapping out strategies. He wouldn't allow another tragedy to befall him. Not like before.As he walked outside, the dark skies seemed to mirror the brewing war. A deep breath filled his lungs, and he gazed out over the mountains, where the Wutai Sect forces would soon appear.This wasn't just a fight for survival—it was a fight for redemption. And Meng Qingshan would face it, even if it meant confronting those from his past.Zhuan Xinyi chuckled darkly beside him. "Let them come. I haven't had fun in ages."