Stealing the Image

Yin Kuang descended from the sky, first diving down like an eagle pouncing on a rabbit, then, just before landing, drifting like a dandelion in the wind and alighting soundlessly atop the golden hall.

Yin Kuang held his breath.

So far, nothing had gone wrong. But Yin Kuang did not dare relax in the slightest. He could sense a powerful presence within the hall below. The hairs on his body stood on end as if struck by a cold snap.

"...You may leave now," an arrogant yet languid voice came through the gaps between the tiles. "What you seek shall be granted, provided you do your work well. Should you harbor other intentions, I will ensure you can never escape eternal damnation. Do you understand?"

Without question, that voice belonged to the Jade Warlord.

"Pah! You old bastard, get your filthy hands off me!" Golden Swallow's bound and furious cry rang out. Though Yin Kuang could not see it himself, he could imagine the Jade Warlord pinching Golden Swallow's soft, rounded chin as he admired her face.

Slap!

A crisp slap sounded.

"Get out, all of you!" the Jade Warlord shouted. Then he lowered his voice and laughed. "Now, the two of us can have some fun."

Rapid footsteps soon sounded from below.

Victor left the golden hall amid the crowd. Looking back at the golden hall's closing doors, his gaze flickered. He reached behind his back and wiped his hand over it; under the firelight before the hall, his palm came away wet. It was cold sweat. Recalling his encounter with the Jade Warlord just now made Victor tremble with fear. A warlord was still a warlord, after all. He felt that even if he summoned the Water God, he would be no match for him. If