The Iron Shirt Gang headquarter’s main hall was called the Flowing Cloud Hall. It was where the Iron Shirt Gang usually held their meetings. Right now, the Flowing Cloud Hall was jam-packed with people including the six Hallmasters and the three Keepers.3

“Where is the boss, Tao Xian?” An old man whose hair and beard had gone completely white asked. Despite his age, his complexion was a healthy red, his skin was as smooth as a babe’s, and his presence was as indomitable as a mountain. He was one of the three Keepers of the Iron Shirt Gang and a late-stage Qi Invoker. His name was Xu Yuan, the Light Vented Bulbul.0

“Please be patient, Keeper Xu. The boss will arrive shortly!” Tao Xian replied calmly while fanning himself.1

“‘Please be patient, please be patient.’ You’ve said that half a teatime ago, Tao Xian! When on earth is the boss showing up?” A brawny man with a scar-ridden face yelled impatiently. He was the Hallmaster of the Hundred Wars Hall, Yao Xingjun, the “Ghostface”.0

“Hallmaster Tao, you mentioned that an old friend of the boss is visiting today. Can you indulge in my curiosity and tell me who it is?” A seductive woman with an hourglass figure and a beautiful countenance giggled while straightening her bangs. She looked to be around twenty five or twenty six years old, and she was wearing a flowery, form-fitting petticoat. In fact, the petticoat fit her so well that everyone could see her wholesome...4