At the same time as Qin Wushuang and his friends were training at the Crest Mountain, in one of the corner of the yard in the Heavenly Luo Daoist sect, a black clothed man entered the courtyard swiftly. He stopped his footsteps before a small bamboo forest and let out three whistles, as crisp as the cry of the black-naped oriole.
In a moment, with the sound of footsteps, a young man walked out form that bamboo forest. This person had a handsome appearance. Only, on top of his tall and straight nose, his moving eyes inside his deep eye sockets gave people a sense of harsh feeling.
"Black Panther, do you have the most recent news?" This young man asked lightly.
"Young Master, there are many news from the Orderly Mountain prefecture." Clearly, this man in black clothes was this young man's most trusted subordinate.
"I hope that I will hear the information I need!"
