A week passed in the blink of an eye. Today, a grand gathering was being held in the largest private room on the top floor of the Orchid Pavilion Club in City No. 3.
From the outside, it looked like a massive gold brick embedded in the bustling street—a square, luxurious building with strips of golden light set into its black-crystal walls. Apart from the large signboard, the facade was completely unadorned. Outsiders could glimpse only a sliver of its luxury through the gilded corridor pillars and crystal revolving doors. It was the largest business club in City No. 3.
On the large screen at the front of the private room were the words "Bone Melting Sect Leader's Disciple-Acceptance Ceremony." The room was lit mainly by low strips of light, while everyone's faces above were hidden in the gloom, making the atmosphere dark and mysterious.
All kinds of genuine-leather sofas were scattered in a circle. Some already had guests, but most seats were still empty. Male and female attendants moved around the room, delivering wine and beverages, their footsteps exceedingly light.
That was the scene Yue Wen and the other two saw when they arrived at the door.
He wore the black mask left behind by Qi Motuo, completely concealing his aura. He was still dressed in a black hooded sweatshirt, giving him a mysterious appearance. This outfit was an imitation of the Flame Ghost Hall disciples he had seen in the mine that day.
Zhao Xing'er and Qi Dian, behind him, were completely covered in black robes and wore masks as well. However, because they were carrying Corpse Fragrance Jade, a faint, rotten yin aura radiated from them. Any ordinary person who approached would feel uncomfortable.
"Flame Ghost Hall, Wen Yan."
At the reception table by the entrance, Yue