A dark, sunless underground chamber.
The tall, beautiful Purple Shirt woman walked over with lotus steps, dropping to one knee before a figure shrouded entirely in a black robe.
"Purple Shirt pays respects to the Celestial King."
"Gao Feng is dead."
A warm yet deep voice drifted from under the black robe.
"What? Gao Feng is dead…" Purple Shirt froze for a moment. "Celestial King, leave this matter to me. I suspect this was Li Feiyu's doing. I've already uncovered a few clues regarding his identity…"
"It's no longer necessary. Li Feiyu is unimportant… I've already ordered Yi Yi and Yi San to handle this. Men of mine died on Changping Dao because of him. Gongsun Xin owes me an explanation." The black-robed figure waved his hand, a tranquil voice carrying an innate authority that brooked no disobedience.
Then he hooked a finger beneath Purple Shirt's chin.
