Qinghe Sect Headquarters.
Sect Master Situ Ye sat upright on a stone seat with his eyes closed.
He had always been a highly disciplined person. Every hour of every day had to be arranged down to the smallest detail before he would carry it out. Once anything unexpected happened, it made him deeply uncomfortable.
Many had always assumed that Qinghe Sect's headquarters was in the Mist Zone of the Outer City. After all, as a renowned force that was constantly stirring up trouble, Qinghe Sect had always skirted the edge of the law and operated quite a few gray industries. Yet calling them a criminal syndicate would still be slightly off the mark.
In truth, Qinghe Sect had always been located in the Inner City, within an underground void in the Central Ring.
Rather than a cave, the enormous underground void was more like an abyss leading down to an unknown depth beneath the earth.
There was no light here year-round. The only illumination came from countless naturally growing purple luminescent mosses covering the abyss's stone walls.
Situ Ye's seat was located within a fissure halfway up the stone wall of the abyss.
The fissure resembled a slit cleaved open with a single stroke of a blade. Its shape was exceptionally regular, square and neat, with smooth inner walls.
Situ Ye sat on a rough black stone seat within it, staring down into the boundless abyss, slightly lost in thought.
This was his time to empty his mind.
At this time every day, he gave his mind a brief vacation.
"Sect Master, how should we handle the matter of the Black-and-White Blades? Who should fill the vacancies left by their tasks?" From the shadows beside him, a figure slowly emerged without a sound, revealing half of a pale, bloodless male