Chapter 102: Fay of the Heavenly Sword Sect
Five days passed outside Gollen Village, five days after the invasion. Seraph and Alain were walking with Alain. Alain looked towards a tree, and a man emerged from his hiding place. It was nighttime.
A man in a black robe asked, "What are you doing here, Vong?"
Alain smiled. "Dragon has two heads, so the strongest head leads."
The mysterious man spoke up, "What are you talking about?"
The two stared at each other for a long time.
The mysterious man revealed his face. "The codename is correct."
This man had an ugly face, short black hair, and was about twenty-five years old. His name was Opon.
"So, what happened over there? How is Otis?"
Alain shook his head in confusion. "I don't know either, but the chances of the plan failing are high. The enemy knows our movements, so we had to meet and discuss the plan with the surviving executives." Have the others arrived yet?
Opon nodded. "They're here. Please go."
Opon stepped aside to let Aren pass, looking at Seraph curiously. "Sir, who is this person?"
Aren nodded. "My servant. I'll take this boy as my subordinate."
Opon smiled. "Very good taste. He seems like a talented kid."
Aren walked past, with Seraph following Aren.
After a while, the two arrived at their destination. They saw a large cave in the mountains, with many men in black sitting inside.
The eyes of the men in black were staring at them.
The two entered the cave.
The two entered a room. Aren saw a stone table with a red lantern shaped like a two-headed dragon. Three people sat at the table, looking at Aren.
The first one had a handsome face, smiling comfortably. His long, red hair was about shoulder-length, and he wore red clothes. A black dragon tattoo on his neck, he was forty years old.
The second was a large man with a scar across his chest, revealing muscles. He had short black hair and a fierce face. He was almost thirty-nine years old. His name was Tones.
The third wore a red two-headed dragon mask, his face hidden, his entire body covered with a two-headed dragon cloak.
Alen walked in and sat down in a chair, while a seraph stood beside him like a bodyguard.
Cole said, "Lord Alen, congratulations on your return."
Alen looked at Tones. "You're the one who survived."
"You're praising me too much. We're thinking about what to do next. We've already lost over seventy men."
Tones said, "Tch, we've lost so badly. All our plans have been ruined. There must be a spy. We should find the spy first."
The masked figure spoke up. It was a woman's voice. "We should calm down first." The lost combat power may not have helped, but the executives suspected they were trying to cause a rift between us. I have to say, the enemy is incredibly powerful. The Tenshin Clan, which has been quiet for so long, I didn't expect it to possess such terrifying abilities.
Kole took out a small knife and tossed it around.
"It's just as the Masked Lady said. A clan so powerful, having defeated the Seventh Level Calamity, and even the Two-Headed Dragon Army, I have to admire these people. Even a low-level clan, to be able to stop them like this, is truly worthy of their longevity."
Tone's face betrayed anger. "How could Tenshin Clan Leader be so unstoppable in his plans?"
Tone stared at the still-standing Seraph. "Who is this kid? A meeting of high-level executives, and yet you brought this kid into the conference room?"
Alain frowned. "How did you know we were going to start this meeting? I only came in because I thought something was wrong, and you were the ones who said it yourself." This child will be my servant.
Cole smiled. "Interesting I like children, too. I just captured a girl from some sect. She claims she's from the Heavenly Sword Sect.
Tone stared at Cole under the incoming light. "What did you say!?"
Cole spoke again. "I captured a girl from the Heavenly Sword Sect because I saw she came here with a specific goal, so I thought I could get some information from her. Do you know about the Heavenly Sword Sect?"
Tone's expression was shocked, his eyes shaking with fear. "The Heavenly Sword Sect is one of the ten great sects in the five regions, a sect where those who practice there are dedicated to the sword. What the hell are you doing?"
Cole looked puzzled. "How would I know? I don't really care about information. I asked the girl how many people were there, and she said two. And they're so young, they're the same age as that blonde kid over there. Just kill them and that's it. There's no evidence of their murder. The Ten Great Sects? Sounds interesting.
Tone nodded. "Don't forget to kill them all without leaving any evidence."
Cole bowed his head and thanked Tone for sharing the information. "Thank you for the advice. I just captured that boy. I hate beautiful women, so I'll torture him first."
Cole secretly turned to look at Seraph. "Lord Allen, if possible, I'd like to ask you to spare that boy. I just happen to like handsome men."
Cole, who loves men, set his sights on Seraph.
Seraph stood there, his expression calm and expressionless, without the slightest hint of fear. His expression remained as cold as ever. [Reinforcements, hurry! It's been so long! Have you searched every inch? You're not looking for the missing person. And, I remember your face, Aigen. Did you ask for me to be found? No, Seria will definitely be looking for me. My proud little brother. Hurry up!]
Alain got up from his chair. "Then, I'll go to my quarters first." Let's talk again when the leader comes." Aren walked out of the room with Seraph following behind.
Aren looked at Seraph. "You understand the situation now, Seraph. Don't think you can escape this place easily. If you just listen to what I have to say, I guarantee you'll be fine."
The two walked towards their respective rooms.
In a prison-like area, a young woman in a white robe with a blue and black sword pattern was lying on the floor. She was sleeping in a cell. There was no guard. The place was pitch-black, and there was only this young woman. Her face was beautiful, her clothes covered in dust, her long black hair a hint of laziness. Her name was Richa, a six-year-old student of the Heavenly Sword School.
Richa yawned, unperturbed at all. "So sleepy. I got caught by that tranny. I'm jealous of my face, aren't you? You're that old and you still bully a child. Don't you have any shame?"
In the pitch-black corridor, a person in a black robe stopped in front of Richa.
Pulling the hood off her head,
Risha, who had been acting lazy, looked puzzled. "Why are you here? Isn't this a clear trap? The future of the Heavenly Sword Sect is in your hands. If anything happens, you'll die?"
The woman outside the cage was five years old. She had a beautiful, cold expression, very fair skin, and wore a black robe. Her hair reached her waist, a light blue like the sky. Her blue eyes reflected the calm sea. Her name was Faye.
"Forget about that. The people here are incredibly strong, so it's hard to find a time to sneak in. Now, Sister Risha. It's time to escape."
Risha sighed. "She's a disobedient child."