The little town stood beside the river. At night, it should have teemed with dragons and snakes alike, but with a certain living King of Hell visiting Huzhou, it was unusually quiet today. Even the brothels and illicit dens had conscientiously closed their doors.
The imposing Wei Yin rode down Old Street through the biting wind, the token of a deputy director of the Directorate of Celestial Observation hanging at his waist. Passersby hurried out of his way, but he paid them no heed, merely searching the buildings along the street.
As Wei Wuyi's direct disciple, Wei Yin had known there was something extraordinary about his body ever since his bloodline awakened at six. He had spent these years training bitterly on the mountain, hoping to help his master fulfill his dream of reaching the summit.
Although the battle at Three Rivers Crossing had dealt Wei Yin a setback, he had not lost his fighting spirit. He had merely learned what it meant for "green mountains to rise beyond mountains, and towers beyond towers." He had spent these recent days consolidating his foundations in Capital City and assisting his master.
Although Wei Yin had come under the pretext of exterminating the remnants of the Blood Rain Tower, the person the Blood Rain Tower had tried to kill was Xie Jinhuan, not someone from their Snow Eagle Ridge.
As one of Great Qian's foremost Jianghu powers, the Blood Rain Tower not only had branches and trained disciples throughout Great Qian's thirty-two prefectures, but also earned a considerable annual income. Simply wiping it out would be a terrible waste of heaven's treasures.
Thus, his master's true purpose in sending Wei Yin here was to secretly gather the Blood Rain Tower's remnants, making them Snow Eagle Ridge's hidden wings and strengthening its control