In an underground hall deep within the Canglong Mountain Range.
Flames flickered atop the surrounding stone pillars, casting the hall in shifting light and shadow. An unseen presence enveloped the entire chamber.
"Gu Wu is dead?"
An utterly cold voice echoed through the hall. A dozen people stood respectfully on either side of a high dais, at the top of which sat an old man upon a Jade Chair.
The old man's cheeks were gaunt and his eye sockets were sunken. His eyes appeared cloudy, yet he emanated an indescribable aura.
This was a Grandmaster! A true, bona fide Grandmaster!
An Elder of the Celestial Net Sect, the Seven Extremes Elder!
"Master, he's dead! He died at the hands of the Weishui Garrison!" a young man with narrow eyes said, his head lowered. "And not just Gu Wu. Xing Rongzi is also missing—it's highly probable he's dead as well!"
"Who did it?" the cold voice rang out in the hall once more.
