Hong'an Island, Chi Jin Palace.
Within the grand hall, a man dressed in white with his hair styled in a Daoist bun was seated upright, his gaze fixed on the letter in his hand while he raised an eyebrow.
His face bore a delicate yet pallid complexion, only interrupted by a hooked nose and piercing eyes that radiated divine light. Though he was of slight stature, he held himself with an unusually straight posture.
This man was none other than Shen Minggu, a True Disciple of Chongyue True Temple. He snorted derisively, tossing the letter onto the desk before him, and sneered coldly, "Xu Cuo is incompetent, allowing himself to be captured, and now I'm asked to clean up his mess? Utterly absurd."
