While Su Ti was attending the auction in Xihui Province—
Nanjiang Province, Mingyuan City.
Inside a certain villa.
In the dark villa, Li Zong sat quietly alone.
Ever since his eldest son, Li Mingsheng, had died, he seemed to have aged considerably. He had grown increasingly taciturn and spent every day alone in the villa. Even Li Minggui, his only remaining son, could not guess what was on his mind.
Just as Li Zong sat alone in the hall, a bolt of lightning suddenly struck, illuminating the dark house in a blaze of white.
The spacious hall, which had held only Li Zong a second ago, now suddenly contained three more people.
They looked different from one another, but all of them had long hands and sharp eyes.
Li Zong seemed completely unsurprised by this situation, his expression exceptionally calm.
"Chang Wuji, master of the Silver Ring Gate; Qin Huan, vice master; Liu Tianhao, Grand Elder. I have been waiting for you for quite some time."
Li Zong slowly rose to his feet, his gaze sweeping over the three of them one by one before he finally cupped his fists.
Seeing that Li Zong had clearly known they were coming, Chang Wuji revealed an intrigued expression.
"It seems Chairman Li is not only well-informed, but also exceedingly meticulous. Since you knew our Silver Ring Gate was coming, you must also know why we are here, correct?"
Li Zong lowered his arms and said in a deep voice.
"The Blood Fiend Sect is powerful, and they have repeatedly sent invitations asking me to submit. I have been considering it. If there is anyone left in Nanjiang Province who can contend with the Blood Fiend Sect, it would only be the former Southern Saint Sect."
With that, his gaze blazed as he