Deep within the southern region of Eastern Mountain Province, nestled in the heart of Hollow Demon Valley, lay the hidden stronghold of the Crimson Demon Gate.
The sect leader, Adrian, sat at his desk, scanning through the latest reports brought by his informants.
One particular word caught his attention and furrowed his brow.
Demonic Sect.
"They've resurfaced?" he asked, his voice laced with skepticism.
"Yes, though it wasn't from their main base in the Ten Thousand Mountains, but..."
Before the informant could finish, Adrian slammed his palm on the desk, his face twisting into a scowl.
"So, it's just some leftover fools claiming to rise again? Do they have a death wish?"
"...They've half-destroyed the Eastern Mountain Fiery Blade clan," the informant added hesitantly.
"What?"
Shock flickered in Adrian's eyes, but only for a moment.
