In the great hall of Black Mountain Master's Dao Field.
The biting chill from Taixu Hall seemed to linger in the air.
Black Slaughter Master's expression was as dark as storm clouds, and even the glow of the Azure Treasure Bead at his fingertip seemed to have dimmed.
He looked toward the figure on the main throne, a presence as steady and unshakable as a mountain, and his voice was laced with indignation.
"Brother, we failed to secure the Vice Sect Leader position. I'm afraid our future plans..."
He truly hadn't expected it. The situation had seemed like a sure thing.
For Qing Li and Yang Cuan to turn on them at the last moment, causing the power that was within their grasp to slip through their fingers.
Black Mountain Master slowly lifted his gaze. His eyes were as calm and deep as an abyss, as if the defeat in Taixu Hall had been nothing more than a passing breeze, unable to stir his Heart and Spirit in the slightest.
