As the master of the black tentacles secretly sent the message out, somewhere, a handsome young man with delicate features, pretty enough to pass for a girl, slowly opened his eyes.
His strange eyes had pupils as black as ink, deep as an endless night—mysterious and dangerous.
A middle-aged man beside him noticed his unusual expression and nervously bowed in respectful greeting. "Lord Jianan, may I ask what you require?"
The young man smiled faintly, his voice gentle. "Someone sent word that the Meteor Spirit Stone mine they've been nurturing for years is about to be taken from them."
The middle-aged man's brow furrowed at once. He hurriedly asked, "Should we take any action?"
Jianan turned his head slightly and chuckled at him. The middle-aged man felt a chill run through him and immediately dropped to his knees, anxiously pressing himself to the ground. His voice trembled as he said, "I'm sorry, my lord. I..."
"You what?" he asked with a smile.
"I..." The middle-aged man nervously searched for the right words, then came up with an answer in a flash. "I shouldn't have said anything..."
"Heh..." Jianan chuckled, brushing nonexistent dust from his clothes as he said softly, "I never said you were wrong. Why are you so nervous?"
The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, but he still didn't dare get up. He remained kneeling on the ground, motionless.
He knew this handsome young man, more beautiful than even a girl, was a demon who killed without batting an eye.
Since they'd set out on this mission, the leader working by his side had already been replaced four or five times. It wasn't that he wanted new people; those men had simply failed to obey his every whim and had been snuffed out.
As the one brought