At dusk.
Wang Family.
Carriage after carriage slowly entered the rear courtyard of the Wang residence, and the courtyard gates shut.
Burly guards stood watch in every direction, preventing anyone from peering in.
The stern atmosphere kept everyone silent. Even the mosquitoes and insects flitting through the air were occasionally shattered by invisible force and dropped to the ground.
No sound was permitted here, lest it interfere with everyone's senses.
Rustle.
The carriage curtain was lifted.
A brawny man over two meters tall slowly stepped out.
He wore a black cloak, his long black hair loose over his shoulders. His face was fair and flawless, save for a pair of eyes like black gemstones, gleaming brilliantly.
Not far from the carriage, people had already been waiting.
Standing at the front was the current head of the Wang Family—Wang Yehe.
There were also six Wang Family elders, men and women alike. Wang Shaojun was among them.
"We'll have to trouble you again this time, Sect Master Wei," Wang Yehe said solemnly.
"No need for courtesy. Shaojun and I have known each other for years. This is nothing," Wei He said with a slight nod.
Ever since Zhu Chen's death in Xuanjing City, the Prefectural City had been busy dealing with the Alliance's assassinations. Day after day, Liuye's experts clashed with Alliance members everywhere, leaving them no time to attend to the other cities.
Thus, Xuanjing was still governed by the Wang Family.
The group led Wei He into the residence. The gates closed behind them, while the interior blazed with light.
Wang Yehe walked ahead, while Wang Shaojun and Wei He walked side by side.
Along the broad wooden corridor, the lamps on the walls cast their shadows into faintly warped, swaying shapes.
"According to the intelligence gathered so far, Meteor