The fourth great hall to the right of Fengyun Immortal Mountain's was Taiji Hall. In it were three men. Among them were two youths, one dressed in black and the other in white. The white-clad youth was Yuwen Shengcheng. He sat in the corner and quietly watched the other two without even daring to breathe heavily.

His elder brother, the black-clad youth, was prostrating himself toward the only other person in the hall who sat tall on a throne. Half of his silhouette was hidden under the shade.

The low light made it hard to see him clearly, but that didn't detract from how scary he seemed; one of his eyes was pure black and the other was pure white. His inky black eye radiated a sinister aura, while his snow-white eye seemed cold and detached, not to mention the eyeballs themselves seemed to be slowly rotating.

The man sat there like an idol to be worshipped, so lofty and high up that normal people wouldn't dare take a peek at it. Just as Yuwen Shengcheng shuddered from the tension in the air, the heterochromatic man spoke.

"Shendu, it's about time. Given your current level, our clan...