"What if we are rebels? Young Master Hu, after this incident, have you still not given up on the Imperial Court? The Zhou family treated you and your father like this, and you don't want revenge?"
A scarlet glint seemed to flash through the masked man's eyes. "Besides... the Imperial Court is rotten to the core now. It's time to replace the dynasty and establish an entirely new court. That is also the purpose of our 'Tie Xue Society'!"
"I..."
Hu Wei still wanted to say something, but his gaze gradually grew unfocused before finally turning feverish. "Fine... let's do it!"
A moment later, the masked man left the factory.
He went to the outskirts, to a low, cramped slum where dragons and snakes mingled, and slipped into a dilapidated wooden shack that looked ready to collapse.
Several twisted talismans were immediately activated, sealing off the surroundings.
In the very center of the room stood another burly middle-aged man.
"Altar Master!"
The masked man immediately knelt halfway and saluted. "I've finished everything you instructed. Hu Wei has agreed to all our demands. He's merely a mortal, yet we had to expend so much effort on him..."
"Hu Wei may be a mortal, but his father is no ordinary man. He was once the standard-bearer of Western Affairs and was even granted the right to enter the palace and pay his respects at any time... That privilege still hasn't been revoked. If he weren't under the protection of the Imperial Household Attendants, why would we have gone around him to find his son?"
The middle-aged Altar Master let out a cold laugh.
"The Altar Master truly has everything under control. This subordinate admires you! That poor young son of the Hu family really thought we were righteous heroes. Little did