The Second Sword Qi

"Mr. Wu." Emperor Huan of Zhou spoke, his tone considerably gentler. "Sit."

The middle-aged man known as Mr. Wu nodded slightly. Without ceremony, he sat down in a chair within the hall.

He casually smoothed his sleeve, neither hurried nor slow, as though this resplendent golden palace was no different from a thatched hut in the countryside.

He lifted his eyelids. His eyes appeared utterly ordinary, yet anyone who met his gaze would discover that endless rivers of stars seemed to swirl within his pupils, making them unable to look a second time.

Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, Wu Daoxuan.

Very few in the cultivation world knew this name, but every person who did would instinctively lower their voice whenever they mentioned it.

The Heavenly Secrets Pavilion never involved itself in worldly disputes, but its ability to deduce the heavenly secrets and calculate Fortune and Destiny was universally acknowledged as the finest under heaven.

No one knew how many people the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion had, nor did anyone know where they hid, but all the great figures standing at the pinnacle of the cultivation world knew one thing.

The words spoken by the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion often became the direction of the future.

Emperor Huan of Zhou watched him in silence for a moment before speaking. There was a trace of solemnity in his voice, along with a hint of probing. "Mr. Wu, we have prepared for so long. This time, do not disappoint me."

His fingers tightened slightly around the jade staff, and his gaze deepened. "Otherwise, there will be nowhere in the entire world for your Heavenly Secrets Pavilion to hide."

The words were not harsh, yet the weight contained within them was enough to send chills down anyone's spine.

But Wu Daoxuan merely smiled faintly. His smile was light,