The Lost Great Hand Seal and Bone Melting Palm

In the darkness of night, a three-masted sailing ship emerged from a shadowy lakeside inlet.

The ship was unlit, with only the sound of oars carrying across the water. Under the moonlight, shadowy figures could vaguely be seen at the bow.

When the sailboat rode the wind to shore, five figures swept down from the deck and appeared by the bank.

Suddenly, firelight flared within a pavilion on one side of the shore. Someone had lit a torch, revealing face after face and pairs of bright, sharp eyes.

The five figures seemed to have noticed them long ago and were not surprised.

Those faces swiftly approached. One of them suddenly bowed and cupped his fists. "Just as the Island Master foresaw, Lin'an has fallen. The moment we received the news, we rushed here on horseback."

"Alas!"

Among the five, Wu Ming, who looked like nothing more than an ordinary old man next door, sighed softly. He turned back to look at the moonlit shore, drawing in a breath. The dry heat of the earth from the day mingled with the cool moisture of the lakeside night as it entered his lungs. Heat mixed with chill, just like their current situation. It seemed there was still hope, but in truth, things had already gone half cold.

"What do you mean, Island Master?"

Purple light flashed repeatedly in Xi Ying's eyes as he frowned at the mysteriously cryptic Wu Ming.

Wu Ming pointed at the players leading the group before him. "I had long instructed these otherworlders to gather intelligence for me. If there were changes on the battlefield between the three states and the situation became extremely unfavorable to us, they were to report it to me at once. Since they have already appeared here, there is no need for us