Secret Realm

It was a nine-story tower.

Each floor stood more than two zhang high, and the whole building towered over twenty zhang.

What was most astonishing was that it had not been built in the bustling city. Instead, it stood atop a sheer cliff, soaring into the clouds, seemingly close enough to touch the heavens.

At that moment, flock after flock of white doves beat their wings and disappeared into the tower, like weary birds returning to their nests.

Many men in green came forward, removed the slips of paper tied to the pigeons' legs, and swiftly copied down the information before passing it up to the next level, revealing a tightly knit network.

The scouts gathered vast amounts of information and reported it upward, level by level, until it finally reached the ninth floor at the very top.

It was an old-fashioned loft, simply and modestly furnished.

An ancient zither hung on the wall. A chessboard sat on the desk, its black and white pieces set out, with an incense burner beside it, blue smoke rising in wisps.

Aside from those, there was a bed and a chair, and nothing else.

A man sat cross-legged on the bed. His face was as fair as jade, his lips red and his teeth white, but white gauze covered his eyes and the space between his brows, with a hint of blood visible beneath it.

Chen Qiyou!

With him here, this was naturally the main headquarters of Gold Wind Fine Rain Tower, famed throughout the world.

"Sect Master!"

A Grandmaster entered respectfully and placed several wooden planks before Chen Qiyou. "The latest top-tier intelligence!"

The planks were made of rosewood and gave off a fragrant scent. Iron-hard, hook-like characters had been carved into them.

After setting them down, the Grandmaster did not dare