Over the next few days, Xiao Yu led a leisurely life, doing little besides cultivating and studying Dou Techniques and secret arts.
The Eight Gates in Black Seal City, however, was far from peaceful.
Eight Gates headquarters.
A majestic, square building stood in the north of Black Seal City. Built entirely from black stone, it resembled a black cube, imposing and grand.
Inside the Eight Gates' main hall, an old man in luxurious black robes sat in the seat of honor, his expression dark. A middle-aged man knelt below him.
"What have you found out about Yong'er?"
Hearing the old man's question, the middle-aged man suppressed his fear and forced himself to remain composed. "Sect master, we've confirmed the young master's whereabouts."
The old man's expression eased somewhat, and he immediately said, "Tell Yong'er to come see me. That little brat has been missing for days."
Hearing that the old man wanted to see him, the middle-aged man's kneeling leg began to tremble. Cold sweat covered his forehead as he stammered, "Sect master, the young... master... he..."
At the man's stammering, an ominous thought surfaced in the old man's mind. Rage surged through him, and he roared, "What happened to Yong'er?!"
The middle-aged man shuddered. "The young master... is dead..."
The moment the word "dead" left his mouth, the old man's Dou Qi erupted. Powerful currents swept through the hall, and an overwhelming pressure crushed the middle-aged man to the floor.
"Where-is-Yong'er?!"
The old man spoke through gritted teeth, stressing every word. His wide eyes and ravenous, murderous glare left the man unable to breathe.
A short while later, two servants carried a stretcher into the hall. On it lay a mangled, bloody corpse.
The clothes on the corpse were painfully familiar to the old man. They were his