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At a bend in the river, floating ice sometimes crashed against the bank, leaving marks both deep and shallow. A yellow-brown tent stood nearby, the mud and water around it tinged black with blood, as if year after year of gore had settled there.

Ever since the people of Asura Temple had moved into the "Yellow Tent," the place had been steeped in slaughter and bloodshed. The Grasslands' strong warriors all instinctively kept their distance, leaving a wide area around it empty.

Meng Qi wore a brocade robe, his hair tied up with a Wood Hairpin. His eyes held the weariness of time, and he exuded an indescribable maturity and ease, but his face was pale, with madness concealed beneath it, as if he might lose himself to demonic frenzy at any moment. With his hands behind his back, he walked slowly toward the Yellow Tent.

"Please." The moment the two Orifice Opening disciples of Asura Temple guarding the entrance met Meng Qi's gaze, their Primordial Spirits trembled. It was as if Great Asura Meng Nan stood before them. They neither stopped him nor announced his arrival, simply letting him enter.

Meng Qi extended his left hand and lifted the tent flap. Before stepping inside, he said with a calm smile, "Shama, your disciples are still too green."

"Even if they were more mature, could they withstand a scare from the thoughts of extreme evil?" A deep voice, like a drumbeat, rang out from the man seated at the head of the tent. He had a high nose and wide-set eyes, green eyes and brown hair—the typical features of someone from the Western Regions. His features seemed carved by a knife, and his hands were twice the size of an ordinary man's, as if he could crush someone's skull in