Spirit Realm, Dongwu City.
Deep within a magnificent estate, burly guards stood at intervals along a quiet corridor, their bodies emanating waves of Spiritual Energy.
Wrapped in bandages, his face pale and haggard, Wu Xiong hurried toward the end of the hall.
That morning, after leaving the government office, he had found a clinic for a quick treatment before rushing straight home.
Wu Xiong was filled with apprehension. Last night's plan had been a complete failure, and he was too ashamed to face his master.
In a fragrant, bird-filled garden, Wu Xinggao sat reading in a pavilion when he heard the sound of hurried footsteps approaching.
TAP, TAP, TAP...
Wu Xiong came before Wu Xinggao and lowered his head in shame. "Master."
Book in hand, Wu Xinggao looked up at his trusted subordinate.
He placed the book on the stone table before him, then picked up a purple clay teapot and poured himself a cup. After taking a sip, he spoke in a calm voice.
"You're quite injured."
