While Kyrian and the others were returning to the Verdant Sword Sect.
Several hours earlier, in a place extremely distant from there, far beyond the Verdant Sword Domain, dark clouds covered the sky.
At the center of a vast plain, a fortress rose, built of deep black bricks with gleaming crimson details.
The stench of blood filled the air, even from hundreds of meters away.
Inside, the air was heavy, and the walls pulsed with lines of crimson energy.
At the back of the castle, in a silent chamber, a man sat before an empty balcony.
Suddenly, he interrupted his cultivation and opened his eyes.
They glowed red, flickering with surprise and irritation.
He frowned, feeling something.
A faint presence, a signal that lasted only a few seconds.
"This signal… is it from Wei Feng?" he murmured.
His expression hardened.
The man slowly stood, the energy around him trembling.
"How is that possible? He was supposed to be dead."
