The sun was setting in the distance, its golden hue cascading over the Western Region.
Pedestrians, hawkers, and peddlers were returning home from their day's work.
Standing imposingly at the center of Dust Valley City, the Thousand Wealth Chamber had people coming in and out.
Behind the chamber, at the northern quarters, an ordinary building stood without catching anyone's attention.
Beneath the building was a long underground tunnel. It was quiet, with the slight howls of wind echoing frequently.
Guards at the Intermediate and Peak Core Refining Realm were moving back and forth.
Although the tunnel was quiet with no souls in the vicinity, they did not dare let down their vigilance.
Suddenly, the guard captain halted in his tracks and looked in a particular direction.
Time seemed to stretch infinitely. He creased his brow, his hand tightening on the hilt of his sword.
"Prepare for contact!" he commanded. His voice was grave.
