In Maple City, in the Black-Corner Region.
The little bamboo grove, once forbidden ground in Maple City, was now bustling with people.
One figure after another entered the bamboo grove from outside.
Everyone who entered the little bamboo grove was either a renowned expert in the Black-Corner Region or the leader of one of its sects.
A tremendous storm seemed to be brewing in the seemingly tranquil Black-Corner Region.
Inside the little bamboo grove, the usual quiet, refined atmosphere had long since vanished. Now, a lethal edge seemed to lurk in its depths, ready to choose its prey and devour it.
Within the main hall of the only building nestled in the bamboo grove.
More than a dozen figures sat unsmiling in the hall, saying nothing. The atmosphere was heavy and silent.
Tap, tap, tap...
As the crisp footsteps rang out, everyone turned toward their source.
A figure in a blue robe slowly descended from the pavilion's second floor.
"Hmph! Han Feng, you certainly seem to be taking things easy..."
Among those seated in the hall, someone gave a queer, sardonic laugh at the sight of the figure pretending to be utterly unruffled.
The others said nothing at his words, merely watching Han Feng with unreadable eyes.
"Heh, you jest, Poison Master. I have always been this way. Still, I have neglected my guests, and the fault is mine."
Han Feng lightly cupped his hands toward the man who had laughed. A faint smile remained on his lips, but a chill suddenly flashed through his handsome eyes.
"Heh, Han Feng, spare us these empty gestures. Everyone came here at your invitation today solely to unite against the Inner Academy. As for you... it isn't as though we don't know what sort of man you are."
The man with the sardonic