The Netherworld, an indescribable realm.
A grim, imposing palace floated silently beside the vast, boundless river of Souls, yet it betrayed not the slightest Qi trace, appearing like a piece of long-dead, silent wood.
"Hmm...?"
Suddenly, within the palace, a figure completely shrouded in mist stirred slightly. The mist parted, revealing a pair of eyes filled with astonishment.
'Fortune... broke through my Veil of the Trees?'
'How was that possible?'
The sudden development was somewhat surprising to Ang Xiao, but he did not panic. For the sake of his grand plan, he had so many backup measures he could barely remember them all.
Fortune seeing through the Veil of the Trees was, in fact, within his margin of error. If anything, he was surprised that Fortune, who once held the Fruit of Lamp-Cover Fire, had only now seen through it. As things stood, it was nothing major—at most, a minor surprise.
Of course, despite his composure, the matter still warranted his attention.
