In the depths of the Netherworld Pavilion, inside the grand hall.
Li Wushang stood before a window with his hands clasped behind his back, his brow furrowed as he stared out at the heavy darkness of the night.
He hadn't known a moment's peace since receiving the urgent report from Celestial Swan City.
Yuan Zhan was dead.
The gold mine was lost.
And the one who had killed Yuan Zhan and seized the gold mine was, of all people, Fang Han.
That young man, who had joined the sect a little over two years ago; that True Inheritor of the Qingxuan Sect whom he had tried and failed to eliminate several times, had now broken through to the Third Grade and could even slay Yuan Zhan, who was at the Late Stage of Third Grade.
What concerned him even more was another piece of news that arrived today—Fang Han had reached the top of the Celestial Pride List.
Number one on the Celestial Pride List at the age of twenty.
This shocking news was like a red-hot branding iron searing his heart.
