The Mist Cloud Sect.
Two black-robed men appeared on the sect's grounds, gazing indifferently at the sect that had stood for centuries. In their eyes, it was not even worthy of the Hall of Souls' notice. Yet Wu Ying, a protector of the Hall of Souls, had died here.
Two mighty Dou Zong auras erupted, alarming the powerful figures in both the Mist Cloud Sect and the Jiama Empire's imperial capital. Shock and horror filled their faces as they looked toward the source.
Inside the Jiama Empire's imperial palace.
An old man sat in a hall deep within the palace, looking toward the Mist Cloud Sect with surprise, suspicion, and anticipation of the spectacle to come.
He was Jia Xingtian, one of the Jiama Empire's ten strongest experts, the guardian of its imperial family, and the emperor's father. His strength had reached the peak of Dou Huang.
Jia Xingtian gazed toward the Mist Cloud Sect with schadenfreude, but he also feared that these two mysterious Dou Zong experts might attack the Jiama Empire. "Looks like the Mist Cloud Sect is in serious trouble this time. They actually provoked two Dou Zong experts into taking action. I only hope they don't drag the imperial capital into it."
"No, if the Mist Cloud Sect is wiped out, the Jiama Empire will suffer too. If necessary, I must find a way to preserve the sect's fighting strength."
Remembering how closely the Jiama Empire's survival was tied to the Mist Cloud Sect's, Jia Xingtian grew worried. If the sect was destroyed, the surrounding empires would certainly seize the opportunity to invade. Without the Mist Cloud Sect as its main fighting force, could the Jiama Empire withstand their aggression?
At that thought, Jia Xingtian turned into a streak of light and vanished from the palace.