One hundred miles south of Yujing City, the mountain ranges begin.
In the early morning, the golden light of the sun illuminates the peaks.
The mist curls between the mountains, resembling a fairyland.
At the foot of one of these mountains, nestled within a forest, more than twenty people were gathered.
Because they were in a shaded area and the woods were dense, the sunlight couldn't reach there.
They sat before a campfire, letting its crackling sound drive away the cold.
All twenty-four people showed solemn expressions, most of their gazes fixed on the fire, saying nothing.
Finally, the youth sitting at the easternmost end glanced at everyone and said indifferently: "The main altar of our Heavenly Heart Sect was destroyed, as were the Huaisu Sect and the Yuding Sect. Who will be the next to be destroyed?"
The other twenty-three people remained solemn, saying nothing.
This youth was tall and handsome, his eyes glittering sharply as he looked around.
