Hong Kong.
Inside a high-rise.
Near the top floor, a woman with a graceful, alluring figure sat on a sofa, gazing through the glass before her at the bustling masses below.
"Lian Youming? What an unusual name."
The woman sat with her legs crossed, holding a glass of wine in one hand and propping her left cheek on the other, her arm resting on the armrest.
Beneath her loose, long hair was a face of otherworldly beauty.
Yet one half of that face was breathtaking, while the other still bore traces of burns.
But those marks were already fading and would soon disappear.
She was none other than Gu Feiyan.
"To open an Incense Hall and reveal his identity at such a critical time-how unexpected!"
Old-Era Martial Artists were emerging one after another, to say nothing of the Mystic Connection Old Monsters watching from the shadows.
A great battle was coming. One careless move might well spell eternal ruin.
"But there's no denying his boldness... I admire him!"
If he did not gather momentum now, was he supposed to wait until the various factions were fighting to the death before making his move? By then, it would be too late.
This was undoubtedly the best possible moment.
But it was also the worst.
Behind Gu Feiyan stood five objects: five old ebony coffins, utterly unadorned and arranged in a row. Each lid was open just a crack, revealing glimpses of long hair tangled like the roots of ancient trees, or a writhing mass of snakes, enough to send chills down one's spine and inspire dread without a fright.
"The reserves of the Qing and Hong Two Teachings truly make one's mouth water!"
It was not Gu Feiyan who spoke, but someone inside one of the five coffins.
The voice was