A masked man appeared without a sound in a small, seemingly empty room carved out of dark stone. The smooth walls reflected no light, and the only glow came from a window through which the radiance of seven moons poured in. He sat slowly at a narrow table, tilted his head back, and closed his eyes halfway.
He sighed quietly. His thoughts circled one problem: the Frozen Empress Sect.
One of the few supersects on the continent. He once heard an informant speak of a cultivator who, in a moment of danger, vanished into radiant mist and reappeared on the other side of the continent thanks to an activated internal formation. Another managed to pull an entire team from the jaws of death by opening a dimension stored in her heart. These weren't myths—they were the kind of precautions supersects placed on their greatest talents. A supersect would surely have tricks he didn't know about, and they could not afford to let anyone escape...
