At first light, a group of figures slowly approached.
The man in the lead was around forty years old, dressed in the attire of a Netherworld Pavilion Steward. He had a rugged, capable face and a sharp gaze, and a Thick-Backed Machete hung from his waist.
Following him were five young disciples in black. They were all elite disciples of the Netherworld Pavilion, under orders to carry out a mission with him.
"Steward, there are signs of a fight in that patch of woods up ahead…"
A disciple suddenly spoke, his gaze fixed on a sparse patch of woods ahead.
The Steward's surname was Wang, his given name Lie. He possessed considerable seniority and experience among the Stewards of the Netherworld Pavilion.
His gaze followed the disciple's direction, and his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
The woods held broken trees and overturned earth. A few dark stains were faintly visible, clear signs that a fight had taken place.
"Let's go take a look."
