Inside the secret chamber.
Lu Sheng, seated cross-legged, slowly awakened from his meditation.
"Has Isla left?"
"He's already gone." Jackson's voice came through the earplugs. "He intends to go to Blood Castle to rescue one of his friends."
"Let him go. Everyone had to take responsibility for the choices they made. That went for him, and for all of you as well." Lu Sheng slowly rose to his feet, disconnected the earplugs, and walked out of the secret chamber.
Entering the long corridor, he headed straight toward Training Ground Number Two inside the fortress, where the Phantom Devil Fist Sect members trained.
But after taking only a few steps, a faint chill spread toward him from the other end of the corridor.
A tall figure dressed entirely in white stood at the end of the hallway, staring at him.
"King of Siril, you should understand why I have come." The tall man was covered head to toe in thick snow powder, as though he had just rushed over from a snowy field. A heavy white cloak draped over his body, and beneath it was a suit of heavy white armor woven with intricate, ancient Patterns.
A heavy white greatsword was held upside down in both his hands. An eye-shaped blue glow slowly lit up on its hilt.
"Everyone must pay the price for their choices. And now, it is time for you to pay yours."
"Man-made misfortune? How ironic." Lu Sheng immediately connected the man's arrival to Isla.
Isla had brought more than just those messy attacks and Wolf Demon Bahan. He had also brought this mysterious man before him.
"Oh, right. Before you die, can you tell me how you got in?" Lu Sheng asked curiously.
The snow-clad man's expression darkened. He slowly raised his greatsword. "One minute. I