Chapter 391: Society of Sacred Swords (7)
A chamber with an open ceiling.
It was immense in scale.
Carrier pigeons, bred through the mystical arts of the Myung lineage, flew about like migratory birds, dropping various messages. Meanwhile, over a hundred scholars sat in silence, poring over documents and swiftly moving their brushes.
It was a place of secrecy—the headquarters of the Shadow Order.
“I will hear the report. Summarize the movements of the Commander of the Divine Sword Corps.”
A figure, wrapped entirely in black robes like the night sky, spoke. He was the master of the Thirteen Heavens’ Shadow Order, a man whose wide-brimmed hat concealed his jet-black beard.
The moment he stepped into the grand hall, there was only one thing he needed to confirm.
The Commander of the Divine Sword Corps, who had ultimately escaped from the Heaven’s Net Formation, even though it had included three of the Thirteen Heavens’ greatest masters. The chase had dragged on endlessly, like a monsoon refusing to end.
A man whose martial skill stood at the peak of the world—his life force was astonishingly tenacious.
‘That footwork... I had never seen anything like it before.’
The Shadow Lord’s eyes traced back to the past.
The Commander of the Divine Sword Corps of Ipwang Fortress.