In a certain chamber within the Ancestor Dragon Hall, not only was it secluded and dark, but it also faced a cliff, with chilling winds blowing and the earth's fire lingering around.
The place seemed harsh indeed, and apart from a few cultivators who practiced special cultivation techniques, no one else would choose such a territory.
Kuang Fusheng, however, was different; he worked for the Assassination Hall and harbored sneaky intentions.
This place suited him just right.
He was about forty years old with a fairly pleasant appearance, a pale face without a beard, and regular features—only a pair of drooping eyes ruined his demeanor, making anyone who looked into his eyes feel his fierceness and cold indifference, not at all like a good man.
