On the fifth morning, just as daybreak approached, a wave of ancient and time-worn aura suddenly swept over the entire village.
All martial artists who were either practicing or resting were startled awake and emerged from their dwellings.
Gu Sheng opened his eyes.
"It's finally starting."
As he and his companion Ye Jianjia stepped out of their room, they felt a familiar spiritual power sweep across them.
Gu Sheng followed the sensation and looked in its direction, only to see Shen Qingyun in the open space not far away, looking at him with a faint smile. Beside Shen Qingyun stood a middle-aged man, bearing the visage of Situ Qingfeng, but Gu Sheng could see at a glance it was a disguise.
Seeing Gu Sheng looking his way, Shen Qingyun raised his hand to his throat and made a cutting gesture, a cruel smile appearing on his lips.
At the same time, a voice resonated in Gu Sheng's ear.
