Early in the morning, the Burning Red Pavilion returned to its normal operation, as if nothing had happened.
At its gate, a figure arrived, clearly not a cultivator.
He was a tall, burly man, dressed in long white robes. On his head, he wore a gold-plated mitre, common among members of the high clergy of the Church of Auranys.
This man paused for a moment, his round face and scruffy beard showing contempt as he signaled for the guards in silver armor to open the gate.
He was already a well-known figure in the city, the bishop of the Eagle Peak Valley cathedral, a cruel, lustful man more akin to a demon than a man of faith.
Entering the luxurious main building, he was immediately and respectfully attended to by an ordinary-looking attendant.
"Greetings, Your Holiness. What can I do for you?"
"Where is Lady Margareth?" he asked, flashing a fake kind smile.
"She's meeting with Young Master Qingyi upstairs, shall I call her?"
