In the Northwestern Region, amid a mountain range shrouded in mountain mist and Sky-High Miasma, stood a Sinister Hall Dominated by Black.
Few ever came here. The cold and sinister, strange natural terrain served as the best possible barrier.
Yet the scene within the hall was utterly unlike the silent world outside. Walking through its corridors, one could hear piercing screams and agonized wails from afar. It was difficult to imagine what kind of torment had caused them.
In a room deep within the corridor, two figures cloaked in uniform black robes spoke in low voices.
"Wu Ying sent word that traces of the Wind Fury Dragon Flame were discovered deep in the Tagor Desert. He hopes we can send someone to help."
"I remember Zhu Hua is within the Mulan Empire. Send him over; it isn't too far away," the other replied.
"That will do. Inform them as well that the Venerable Elder will like this gift."
"Don't worry. With their current strength and methods, they can't control it. Greed will only bring them bitter consequences. Still, the Wind Fury Dragon Flame's whereabouts are unpredictable. Wu Ying encountered it once, but that does not mean he will encounter it a second time."
"Let them try. Also, tell him to hurry up with the infiltration."
Elsewhere, after playing with the Soul Hall Protector for a while, Chen Guan took out a jade bottle and collected the listless soul body inside. He then sealed the bottle's mouth with a layer of Heavenly Flame like plastic wrap.
Although the fellow had already become an idiot, like a wandering spirit without any awareness, Chen Guan, as a puppet master, had countless ways to make full use of him.
"We must keep this matter buried. Otherwise, the consequences will be severe."
With the real