There was a run-down shop in an isolated corner of the Emperor Heart City.
There was usually no customers at the shop, and if it were not for Commander Xu's directions, Jian Wushuang would not have known about its existence.
A man dressed in blood-red robes, wearing a blood-colored wicked looking mask and carrying a saber strode into the shop.
"Are you looking for anything, Sir?" asked a skinny elder sitting at the shop counter as he peered over.
"I'm looking for Blood Saber," said the man in the blood-red mask.
The old man's lips formed into a slight smile as he heard the visitor's words.
"Please follow me."
Under the skinny elder's guidance, Jian Wushuang came to a dimly lit secret chamber after a short while.
He found a spot to sit and lifted his head toward the old man. "I heard that your Blood Saber Organization is the strongest faction of killers in the Samsara Continent, and that you people will accept any sort of task?"
