“The head pavilion has come.”0

The Wind God’s Left Emissary, Ye Lingkong, entered the room, his tone indifferent as he delivered the brief report. His words were clear, but their meaning left Long Chen and Tang Wan-er utterly confused. Was the Wind God Sea Pavilion merely a branch of something greater?0

Feng Xinyue frowned when she heard this, and she asked, “And the pavilion master?”0

“Still in seclusion,” Ye Lingkong replied with a helpless shrug, as if absolving himself of all responsibility.1

Feng Xinyue was speechless as she looked at Ye Lingkong. Her stare carried such pressure that even he shivered involuntarily.0

“Don’t look at me like that,” Ye Lingkong said hurriedly, holding up his hands...0