Beneath Mingdu.
The Holy Spirit Cult.
The Main Altar, a den of Evil Soul Masters notorious for its cold, sinister atmosphere, was now ablaze with lights. Countless Evil Soul Masters drank freely, celebrating the Holy Son's arrival.
As Xu Cheng descended flight after flight of stairs, he looked at the black-robed Holy Spirit Cult members enjoying their feast, a faint smile on his lips. "Second Elder, everyone seems quite happy."
"Heh..." Nangong Wan's pupils contracted, and his throat bobbed faintly. "Indeed. Seeing the Holy Son grace us with his presence after three years, everyone naturally finds it hard to conceal their respect and excitement."
Xu Cheng smiled and stopped looking around.
With spiritual power that stood almost at the continent's summit, coupled with his Double Pupils Martial Soul, there was no way he could miss the hatred and greed in the glances these genuine Evil Soul Masters secretly cast his way.
It hardly took much thought. The series of imperial decrees he had issued had all but cut off every avenue available to the Holy Spirit Cult.
Thus, this Hongmen Banquet came as no surprise to him.
But who was the mantis, and who was the oriole waiting behind it? That remained to be seen.
The two passed through a dimly lit corridor.
An unknown stretch of time passed.
Only then did they stop before a door.
"Please!" Nangong Wan bowed slightly, displaying his slippery nature to perfection.
Even at this final moment, he revealed not the slightest flaw in his performance.
A veteran actor indeed!
Xu Cheng acknowledged him with a smile and pushed open the door.
Beyond it lay the most secret place within the Holy Spirit Cult Headquarters, where its upper echelons convened their meetings.
Today, one Grand Supreme Elder, the Cult Leader and his deputy, ten