In the lush and endless mountains, at a deserted spot, the Shadow Law vibrated and tore open a rift in the Void, from which several figures slowly emerged.
As the fluctuations of the Shadow Law were perceived, a grey-robed Cultivator with a hood over his head stepped out from behind the shadow of a tree, silently gazing at the newcomers.
He had been waiting here in silence for quite some time.
Although the grey-robed Cultivator had completely concealed his cultivation, the subtle effects his movements had on the surrounding Void's Spiritual Power suggested that his cultivation was profoundly inscrutable.
"Shadow Sect? Why have so many come?"
The grey-robed Cultivator asked in a deep voice.
In their expectations, three or four people for an intelligence transaction would have been the limit, but now there were at least eight, weren't there?
Were they here to trade intelligence or to cause trouble?
