The Netherworld Pavilion.
A sprawling complex of black halls clung to the mountainside, stretching from its base to its waist.
Deep within, in a magnificent hall, a soft knock sounded on the door.
"Come in."
Li Wushang said.
"Vice Pavilion Master, an urgent report has arrived from our station in the Commandery City."
A steward dressed in black strode in, presenting an urgent, wax-sealed report as he bowed.
Li Wushang took the urgent report and broke the seal.
"Urgent Report: On the Celestial Pride List, True Disciple You Xin's name has turned gray. He is presumed dead."
As he read the report, his expression first stiffened, then darkened ominously.
A dangerous aura emanated from him.
Sensing a sudden chill, the steward hastily bowed his head, not daring to make a sound. He even held his breath.
A moment later, Li Wushang slowly raised his head.
His expression had returned to normal, revealing nothing, but deep within his eyes, an indescribable undercurrent churned.
