Old Man of the Mountain was wrapped head to toe in a black cloak, as if black mist swirled around him. He was Hushan, the King of Assassins who struck fear into the kings and lords of the western city-states.
Yet the once-majestic King of Assassins was now groveling at the feet of another imposing old man, his presence utterly overwhelmed by the other's. In the humblest terms, he begged, "Greatest conqueror since ancient times, ruler of the four seas, Khan of Khans as great as the sun, Hushan humbly brings the Twelve Treasure Tree Kings to represent the entire Ming Cult in requesting our surrender. Please forgive our past offenses. From this day forward, we shall become the sharpest sword in your hand, carrying out your will and destroying every enemy who opposes you."
That imposing elder was naturally Temujin, Khan of the Mongol Empire. He looked indifferently at the groveling King of Assassins without responding to his plea for surrender. Instead, he asked calmly, "I hear that every successive Cult Master of your Ming Cult must be the most beautiful and purest virgin?"
Old Man of the Mountain hurriedly replied, "Reporting to the Great Khan, that is indeed so. The Cult Master of the Ming Cult has always been succeeded by the Saintess, and the Saintess must be the most beautiful and purest virgin in the world."
"My Longevity Heavenly Demon Skill has reached a point where it requires a highly skilled body of pure yin to achieve perfect completion. Hand over your Cult Master to serve as my Cauldron, and I can pardon your past offenses." Temujin's voice seemed to come from beyond the Nine Heavens.
Old Man of the Mountain's heart jolted. He himself was an unparalleled master, and he had fought the Mongol Empire for