Within the deep, dark secret passage.
The glow of candlelight slowly shifted. Under everyone's wary gaze, a figure as straight and tall as an ancient pine strode steadily into the Underground Palace's hall.
The newcomer wore fitted black clothing, his bearing upright and distinguished. His aura was restrained yet possessed a terrifying edge. His face was unremarkable, save for eyes as cold and clear as a wintry pool. It was Yang Jing, his appearance disguised.
Beside Yang Jing followed a young man with a deathly pale face and terror filling his eyes.
His entire body was rigid, and his legs shook uncontrollably.
Intimidated by Yang Jing's presence, Young Master Hai had not dared make the slightest suspicious move along the way. He merely lowered his head, his eyes frantic, all his former arrogance gone.
Standing beside the burly man in black robes, Hai Guangfu first fixed his gaze on Young Master Hai beside Yang Jing. His expression changed sharply, his eyes widening as shock, anger, and panic flashed through them.
That was his son!
But his son was terrified, forced to come here by another man, and Hai Guangfu's heart instantly sank.
At the same time, Young Master Hai spotted his father, Hai Guangfu, a short distance away.
The moment he recognized his father's figure, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes, and he instinctively wanted to run toward Hai Guangfu for help.
But the instant he moved, he felt the icy pressure emanating from Yang Jing beside him. That bone-deep terror froze him on the spot. He only dared steal a fearful glance at Yang Jing before abandoning any thought of moving. He stayed obediently where he was, not even daring to breathe loudly.
The burly man in black robes seated at the head of the hall took