The night was clear, with a bright moon hanging high amidst a canopy of countless stars.
At the Jinmen Martial Arts Association Headquarters, an old-fashioned black sedan pulled to a stop. A staff member, who had clearly been waiting, immediately stepped forward to open the door. Zhao Xuanqi, Xu Ji, and Peng Weishan emerged from the car.
A staff member then guided the three of them into the Martial Arts Association Headquarters.
From the seemingly deserted streets and alleys, countless eyes watched Zhao Xuanqi's every move. Only when he had fully entered the Martial Arts Association Headquarters did the feeling of being watched finally vanish.
Led by the staff member, the trio passed through the main office area and arrived at a private courtyard at the rear of the headquarters.
Upon entering the private courtyard, Zhao Xuanqi keenly sensed that there was something profound about its layout.
Pavilions, rockeries, greenery, stone slabs, ponds, bronze mirrors...
