After the battle between the Phoenix and Dragon Dojo's mysterious master and the infamous Blood Fang gang leader, Bu Fang, the entire district had fallen into a dead silence.
The streets that once buzzed with vendors and wandering cultivators now felt hollow—abandoned, stripped of life. Even the nearby shops that had continued business through thick and thin had boarded their doors, refusing customers as if the very air carried death.
But time was a strange force.
Fear faded. Memory dulled. Curiosity returned.
And for the first time since the earth-shattering battle, shadows began creeping toward the dojo's perimeter—lone Qi Refining cultivators, cloaked in ragged robes, eyes darting around with a mix of greed and terror.
Each step closer was taken with the same caution as tiptoeing into a tiger's den.
