Southern Night Kingdom, Xuan Ye City.
The headquarters of the Xuan Ye Pavilion stood in the city's bustling district, its most eye-catching feature being the Star-Picking Pavilion.
From the heights of the Star-Picking Pavilion, one could take in the magnificent cityscape at night. Looking up, the star-studded sky seemed close enough to touch; looking down, the lights of countless homes glittered below like an ocean of light.
At that moment, a long table stretched across the topmost floor of the Star-Picking Pavilion.
Figures of differing dispositions sat on either side of the table, three on the left and four on the right. Together with the two seated at its head, they numbered exactly nine.
These nine were the figures who held real power in the Xuan Ye Pavilion, inheritors of the titles of the Nine Mysterious Heavens and Nights!
Perhaps they were discussing confidential matters, or perhaps savoring this rare peace and beautiful scenery, forming a tableau of depth and mystery.
"Everyone, that was the full account of the battle at the Heartless Tower that day." The handsome middle-aged man in the second seat on the right spoke slowly, tapping his fingers lightly against the table.
This man bore the inherited title Feng Ye and commanded the Wind Media Department, the Xuan Ye Pavilion's intelligence department and one of its Four Auxiliary Departments.
Across from him, Xing Ye Douluo, seated second on the left, raised an eyebrow at his words. He smiled. "Meng Ye, that old friend of yours certainly has impressive tricks up her sleeve. She killed or wounded over a thousand soul masters single-handedly, then joined forces with Chen Yu and Ximen Wenhua to bring down that old fox Situ Taiyuan with a single arrow."
The female soul master seated at the far end on the right was