The Aftermath of the Grand Ceremony

"Master, there's no news."

Hearing the stiff official speech from the shadows, the short broker hurriedly replied in the same tongue.

Apparently afraid of angering the other party, he hastily added, "A few days ago, the 'Pan Peach Gathering' was wiped out. Then Immortal Kong Hui died and his cultivation dissipated, the steward of Prince Yan's Mansion was silenced, and even Luo Gongsheng was beheaded at Meridian Gate yesterday... All of Zhao Qingxu's connections in the capital have been severed!"

"The situation in the city is chaotic now. I'm useless, and truly couldn't uncover anything..."

Slap!

Before he had finished speaking, Inoue's head was suddenly struck and flung to one side.

It was as if he had been hit by a heavy palm out of thin air. A clear handprint instantly appeared on his face.

Strangely, the handprint clearly had six fingers. As it appeared, frost instantly condensed across his skin.

Inoue's head buzzed, stars swam before his eyes, and a sweet taste rose in his throat. He could not help vomiting a mouthful of bloody froth with a "waah," yet he did not dare delay for even half a moment. Enduring the agony, he slammed his head against the ground, banging it repeatedly with loud thuds, not daring to offer another word of explanation.

Then he heard footsteps approaching from the darkness.

A figure slowly strolled out.

The newcomer appeared to be in his thirties. He was thin, with sharply defined features that carried a sinister cast. Most striking was the left half of his face, which looked as though it had been severely scorched by fire and was covered in hideous scars.

At his waist hung two strange Japanese Swords, slung diagonally:

One scabbard was exquisitely ornate, inlaid with silver lotus patterns.

The other was covered in rust