Somewhere within the uninhabited valleys of the Crimson Snow Sect's territory, inside a mountain grotto hidden under innumerable layers of restrictive arrays, a meeting was ongoing in full swing.
The participants of this meeting kept themselves covered to the point where nobody revealed an inch of skin or leaked the smallest trace of their qi and spiritual aura.
But they seemed well acquainted with each other, conversing excitedly at ease.
Documents, ledgers, jade slips, recording apparatus, and many more items were being passed around. The contents recorded within elicited many shocked exclamations, curses, and excited laughs.
An aged voice eventually rose above the commotion, attracting the attention of every participant in the meeting.
