Three days later.
Rumble!
The tightly shut stone door of the secret chamber in the deepest part of the Great Thousand Building finally opened, and the Grey-Robed Elder, who had hurried over upon hearing the news, flashed inside.
The stone room was not particularly large, but several crystal lamps overhead illuminated it brilliantly. The most eye-catching thing in the room was the figure seated cross-legged on a rush cushion.
The pale-blue figure sat with his eyes closed on a rush cushion, black hair falling over his shoulders. He was tall, slender, and thin, with a face that was not exceptionally handsome, yet always gave off a distinctive charm. Even as he sat quietly with his eyes shut, a gentle smile still lingered on it.
Perhaps disturbed by the Grey-Robed Elder's footsteps, the slender figure seated on the stone floor slowly opened his eyes.
What kind of eyes were they?
They were a pair of pitch-black pupils, dark as ink, like black holes—profound, filled with an unusual wisdom, and carrying an intoxicating allure. They even made one feel a strange sense of guilt, as though disturbing them by accident were some kind of sin.
The figure in green robes looked at the Grey-Robed Elder before him, a hint of amusement sliding through his eyes. Then he raised a hand and pointed. "Elder Lu, you're here. Sit."
"Xiao Xuan, I want to know what exactly happened that day."
The Grey-Robed Elder sat down unceremoniously right in front of the green-robed figure.
"That day? What happened that day was actually very simple."
The smile on the green-robed figure's handsome face gradually faded, and he slowly sank into a strange recollection.
"To put it simply, Qin Tian had been making too much noise lately, so the Extraterritorial Evil Clan set their sights on him