The Golden Thread Pavilion.
A magnificent palace stood amidst the swirling clouds and mist of a Floating Island.
Elder Zhuan Yu teleported in, striding hurriedly into the palace in response to a summons from the Pavilion Master, Thirty Flow.
Inside, Thirty Flow stood alone, his hands clasped behind his back.
"There's been trouble at your disciple's sect."
Thirty Flow spoke slowly upon Elder Zhuan Yu's arrival.
"Someone was abducted. They say it was one of your disciple's fellow sect members. The people from the nearby State Territories who rushed over were also killed by the abductor. Not a single one was spared."
The color instantly drained from Elder Zhuan Yu's face.
"What do you make of this? Who do you think would move against the Mystic Path Sect? And why abduct someone?"
Thirty Flow slowly turned around. His figure was distorted, obscured by a hazy layer of space that made his features completely indiscernible.
The implication was already quite obvious.
