In front of flags crossed with a blade and sword, incense burners were lit, sending curling smoke upwards.
The room was filled with the scent of burning incense.
In this room, a dragon-head chair sat, and upon it, a man with a face full of scars, his age indistinguishable, bald yet covered with wounds, giving off an aura of fierceness.
"In a mere Qingfeng County, my Shadow associates keep dying one after another; who can give me a reasonable explanation?"
Before the man, four people knelt, silent as cicadas in winter, not daring to speak.
Shadow had repeatedly lost over twenty strong figures in Qingfeng County, a situation never seen before, wave after wave, prompting even the division leader to take notice.
"Leader, the Martial Artists we've sent were not weak. In Qingfeng County, aside from the three major sects, there was no one who could match them. But upon investigation, I found that our men's deaths were unrelated to the three sects."
"Then who were they related to?"
